"TIRESOME—how tiresome! another rainy day!" cried Tom Gore, turning impatiently from the window. "Pretty sort of holidays these are, truly," muttered Louis. "One cannot get out for five minutes for a walk, but back one is driven by a shower! Here's the last day of our Easter holidays, and not one—no, not one fair day have we enjoyed."…
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