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Flying out through the gate, he ran straight into the field. As a

pike, when a fisherman's spear pierces through its breast,

plunges and dives, thinking to escape, but everywhere drags with

it the iron and the line; so Thaddeus bore with him his troubles,

as he ploughed through the ditches and vaulted the fences,

without aim or path; until, after wandering for no small time, he

finally entered the depths of the wood, and, whether on purpose

or by chance, happened on the little hill which was the witness

of his yesterday's happiness, and where he had received that

note, the earnest of love: a place, as we know, called the Temple

of Meditation.