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". . .Oxford, in those days, was still a city of aquatint.
In her spacious and quiet streets men walked and spoke as they had done in Newman's day; her autumnal
mists, her grey springtime, and the rare of her summer days—such as that day—when the
chestnut was in flower and the bells rang out high and clear over her gables and cupolas, exhaled
the soft vapours of a thousand years of learning. It was this cloistral hush which gave our laughter
its resonance, and carried it still, joyously, over the intervening clamour. --
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