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37625	Hawthorne, Nathaniel	Our Old Home, Vol. 2 Annotated with Passages from the Author's Notebook			.txt	text/plain	67108	2367	63	appearance of an American town, being a large village of stone houses, a bank, through some old stone-work, and dashes its little cascade look like great, glowing pictures, and completely cover the walls of which we ate abundantly, and drank (in the good old English fashion) a a two-story, red-stone, thatched house, looking old, but by no means like his countrymen, we shall know him in a kind of personal way, as if day in our garden than to seek anything new or old, wonderful or garden as the English summer day was long. We merely walked round it, and saw only an old stone tower or the way in which a refined and cultivated American looks at the Old was a wretched, pale, half-torpid little thing (about six years old, years old in English life), my taste, I fear, had long since begun to be away grateful at heart for the old English hospitality.	./cache/37625.txt	./txt/37625.txt