"who is living in a country place? I want to have a little rest in quiet."
"Oh, yes. I am sure S, one of the fellows of my college, who is now Vicar of Trehyndra, in Cornwall, would be glad to know you. We often talked of you at Oxford, and he wishes much to make your acquaintance."
I wrote him a letter of introduction, which he took.
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"What do you think of Posela?" I asked of Maud next morning.
"I do not altogether like him sometimes, and yet I think he ought to be liked. There is a something uncanny about him. Sometimes, really—do not laugh—he hardly seems like a human being at all. His eyes are so wonderful and uncanny, his voice so singular,—his marvellous learning,—his apparent youth. Really, he seems like the 'Wandering Jew ' or the 'Flying Dutchman,' or something else supernatural. I feel quite afraid of him."
