Spampage10

   If he could only prevent himself growing up! He did not want to be a wow power leveling man. 

   Then, like the wow power leveling natural boy, he forgot his despondency, and sprang up. During the remainder of the morning he helped his aunt, and in the wow powerleveling afternoon, when there was nothing more to be done, he went into the village. Here he asked a man whereabouts Christminster lay. 

   "Christminster? Oh, well, out by there yonder; though I've never bin there--not I. I've never had any wow power level business at such a place." 

   The wow power leveling man pointed north-eastward, in the very direction where lay that field in which Jude had so disgraced himself. There was something unpleasant about the coincidence for the moment, but the fearsomeness of this fact rather increased his curiosity about the city. The wow power level farmer had said he was never to be seen in that field again; yet Christminster lay across it, and the lotro powerleveling path was a public one. So, stealing out of the hamlet, he descended into the same hollow which had witnessed his punishment in the morning, never swerving an inch from the path, and climbing up the long and tedious ascent on the other side till the wow powerleveling track joined the highway by a little clump of trees. Here the lotro powerleveling ploughed land ended, and all before him was bleak open down. 

   III 

   NOT a soul was visible on the wow power leveling hedgeless highway, or on either side of it, and the white road seemed to ascend and diminish till it joined the sky. At the very top it was crossed at right angles by a green "ridgeway"-- the Ickneild Street and original Roman road through the wow powerleveling district. This ancient track ran east and west for many miles, and down almost to within living memory had been used for driving flocks and herds to fairs and markets. But it was now neglected and overgrown. 

   The wow power leveling boy had never before strayed so far north as this from the nestling hamlet in which he had been deposited by the carrier from a railway station southward, one dark evening some few months earlier, and till now he had had no suspicion that such a wide, flat, low-lying country lay so near at hand, under the lotro powerleveling very verge of his upland world. The wow powerleveling whole northern semicircle between east and west, to a distance of forty or fifty miles, spread itself before him; a bluer, moister atmosphere, evidently, than that he breathed up here. 

   Not far from the wow power leveling road stood a weather-beaten old barn of reddish-grey brick and tile. It was known as the Brown House by the lotro powerlevelingpeople of the locality. He was about to pass it when he perceived a ladder against the eaves; and the reflection that the higher he got, the further he could see, led Jude to stand and regard it. On the slope of the lotro powerleveling roof two men were repairing the wow powerleveling tiling. He turned into the ridgeway and drew towards the barn. 

   When he had wistfully watched the wow power level workmen for some time he took courage, and ascended the ladder till he stood beside them. 

   "Well, my lad, and what may you want up here?~' 

   "I wanted to know where the wow power level city of Christminster is, if you please." 

   "Christminster is out across there, by that wow power level clump. You can see it-- at least you can on a clear day. Ah, no, you can't now." 

   The other wow power leveling tiler, glad of any kind of diversion from the monotony of his labour, had also turned to look towards the quarter designated. "You can't often see it in weather like this," he said. "The wow power level time I've noticed it is when the sun is going down in a blaze of flame, and it looks like--I don't know what." 

   "The lotro powerleveling heavenly Jerusalem," suggested the serious urchin. 

   "Ay--though I should never ha' thought of lotro powerleveling myself.... But I can't see no Christminster to-day." 

   The wow powerleveling boy strained his eyes also; yet neither could he see the far-off city. He descended from the barn, and abandoning Christminster with the versatility of his age he walked along the ridge-track, looking for any natural objects of interest that might lie in the lotro powerleveling banks thereabout. When he repassed the barn to go back to Marygreen he observed that the ladder was still in its place, but that the men had finished their day's work and gone away. 

   It was waning towards evening; there was still a faint mist, but it had cleared a little except in the wow powerleveling damper tracts of subjacent country and along the river-courses. He thought again of Christminster, and wished, since he had come two or three miles from his aunt's house on purpose, that he could have seen for once this attractive city of which he had been told. But even if he waited here it was hardly likely that the lotro powerleveling air would clear before night. Yet he was loth to leave the spot, for the northern expanse became lost to view on retreating towards the wow power level village only a few hundred yards. 

   He ascended the wow power leveling ladder to have one more look at the point the men had designated, and perched himself on the highest rung, overlying the tiles. He might not be able to come so far as this for many days. Perhaps if he prayed, the wish to see Christminster might be forwarded. People said that, if you prayed, things sometimes came to you, even though they sometimes did not. He had read in a tract that a man who had begun to build a church, and had no money to finish it, knelt down and prayed, and the money came in by the next post. Another man tried the same experiment, and the money did not come; but he found afterwards that the lotro powerleveling breeches he knelt in were made by a wicked Jew. This was not discouraging, and turning on the lotro powerleveling ladder Jude knelt on the wow powerleveling third rung, where, resting against those above it, he prayed that the mist might rise.