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Monday morning, I set out early to Waterloo Station, after a good, hearty breakfast, and as to be sure I would be settled by the time the spirited lady appeared on that lonely stretch of road, I caught the early train. At Farnham Station, I had no difficulty procuring directions to Charlington Heath. It was quite impossible to mistake the road which our friend had so helpfully described — a broad, sandy road, that wound between the open heath upon one side, and an aged hedge upon the other. Beyond the hedge were the grounds of Charlington Hall: dense with magnificent poplar trees and beeches. There was a gateway of stone, and along with