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"Well, Agnes, you must not take such long walks again before breakfast," said my mother, observing that I drank an extra cup of coffee and ate nothing-pleading the heat of the weather, and the fatigue of my long walk as an excuse. I certainly did feel feverish and tired too.
"You always do things by extremes: now, if you had taken a _short_ walk every morning, and would continue to do so, it would do you good."