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Justice is not often done to him. He saw a long way, but he did not
make believe he saw beyond his limit, and was content with it. A rare
virtue is intellectual content!
"Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi
Finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios
Tentaris numeros."
The rector was telling me about Tom Pavenham's wedding. He has married
Margaret Loxley, as you may perhaps have seen in the paper I sent you.
Mrs. Loxley, her mother, was a Barfield, and old Pavenham, when he was a
youth, fell in love with her. She was also in love with him. He was
well-to-do, and farmed about seven hundred acres, but he was not thought
good enough by the elder Barfields, who lived in what was called a park.
They would not hear of the match. She was sent to France, and he went
to Buenos Ayres. After some years had passed he married out there, and
she married. His wife died when her first child, a boy, was born.
Loxley also died, leaving his wife with an only daughter. Pavenham
retired from business in South America, and came back with his son to
his native village, where he meant to spend the rest of his days.
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