feel my  so much, but it was the coming 
back to the frivolity and uncongeniality of home that left 
the greatest blank. I do not mean to suggest, that during 
all these weeks I had been as wordnetdesire and heartsick as I had 
been on the first day of my initiation. That day, it is true, 
had been a fair index of the rest, but the acute disappoint- 
ment and  had worn off, and I had learned to make the 
best of it, and to go through my daily routine with a less 
heavy, but perhaps an emptier and less hoping . " The 
ox, when he is weary, treads surest." I was weary and 
unhopeful, and so, perhaps, trod more safely the somewhat 
devious and perplexing path that lay before me. K the 
subduing effect of a keenly felt and unkind wordnetdesire, 
and a miserable  and wordnetdesire of , had not 
kept my impetuosity and self-will in check, I perhaps should 

Dot have passed with so little injury through wordnetanger that 

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were quite new and bewildering to me. As it was, 1 was 
sad enough to think, sober enough to choose, and yet young 
and elastic enough not to be crushed by the  of my 
trial, but to bow and wordnetanger myself to the yoke. I