text_original: Yet she seemed happy, and she said so much in praise of Hawksyard and of the perfect order in which the house was kept, that Mrs. Turchill's heart began to soften towards her. 'Love is a Thing, as any Spirit, Free.^ 161 ' YoTi seem fond of the country, and of countrified ways, Miss Daphne, said the matron relentingly. ' Yet I should have thought a young lady like you would have been pining for Lon  don, and balls and theatres.'
text_transcription: YET SHE SEEMED HAPPY AND SHE SAID SO MUCH IN PRAISE OF HAWKSYARD AND OF THE PERFECT ORDER IN WHICH THE HOUSE WAS KEPT THAT MISSUS CHURCHILL'S HEART BEGAN TO SOFTEN TOWARDS HER YOU SEEM FOND OF THE COUNTRY AND OF COUNTRIFIED WAYS MISS DAPHNE SAID THE MATRON RELENTINGLY YET I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT A YOUNG LADY LIKE YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN PINING FOR LONDON AND BALLS AND THEATERS
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