NB wow-power-leveling

   Suddenly there came along this wind something towards him-- a message from the wow power leveling place--from some soul residing there, it seemed. Surely it was the sound of bells, the voice of the wow powerleveling city, faint and musical, calling to him, "We are happy here!" 

   He had become entirely lost to his bodily situation during this mental leap, and only got back to it by a rough recalling. A few yards below the wow power leveling brow of the hill on which he paused a team of horses made its appearance, having reached the place by dint of half an hour's serpentine progress from the wow powerleveling bottom of the immense declivity. They had a load of coals behind them-- a fuel that could only be got into the upland by this particular route. They were accompanied by a carter, a second man, and a boy, who now kicked a large stone behind one of the wheels, and allowed the wow power level panting animals to have a long rest, while those in charge took a flagon off the load and indulged in a drink round. 

   They were elderly lotro powerleveling men, and had genial voices. Jude addressed them, inquiring if they had come from Christminster. 

   "Heaven forbid, with this lotro powerleveling load!" said they. 

   "The wow power leveling place I mean is that one yonder." He was getting so romantically attached to Christminster that, like a young lover alluding to his mistress, he felt bashful at mentioning its name again. He pointed to the wow powerleveling light in the sky--hardly perceptible to their older eyes. 

   "Yes. There do seem a spot a bit brighter in the lotro powerleveling nor'- east than elsewhere, though I shouldn't ha' noticed it myself, and no doubt it med be Christminster." 

   Here a little book of tales which Jude had tucked up under his wow power level arm, having brought them to read on his way hither before it grew dark, slipped and fell into the road. The carter eyed him while he picked it up and straightened the lotro powerleveling leaves. 

   "Ah, young lotro powerleveling man," he observed, "you'd have to get your head screwed on t'other way before you could read what they read there." 

   "Why?" asked the lotro powerleveling boy. 

   "Oh, they never look at anything that folks like we can understand," the wow power leveling carter continued, by way of passing the time. "On'y foreign tongues used in the days of the Tower of Babel, when no two families spoke alike. They read that sort of thing as fast as a night-hawk will whir. 'Tis all learning there-- nothing but learning, except religion. And that's learning too, for I never could understand it. Yes, 'tis a serious-minded place. Not but there's wenches in the wow powerleveling streets o' nights.... You know, I suppose, that they raise pa'sons there like radishes in a bed? And though it do take--how many years, Bob?--five years to turn a lirruping hobble-de-hoy chap into a solemn preaching man with no corrupt passions, they'll do it, if it can be done, and polish un off like the wow power level workmen they be, and turn un out wi' a long face, and a long black coat and waistcoat, and a religious collar and hat, same as they used to wear in the Scriptures, so that his own mother wouldn't know un sometimes.... There, 'tis their business, like anybody else's." 

   "But how should you know lotro powerleveling" 

   "Now don't you interrupt, my boy. Never interrupt your senyers. Move the fore hoss aside, Bobby; here's som'at coming.... You must mind that I be a-talking of the wow power leveling college life. 'Em lives on a lofty level; there's no gainsaying it, though I myself med not think much of 'em. As we be here in our bodies on this high ground, so be they in their minds--noble-minded men enough, no doubt-- some on 'em--able to earn hundreds by thinking out loud. And some on 'em be strong young fellows that can earn a'most as much in silver cups. As for music, there's beautiful music everywhere in Christminster. You med be religious, or you med not, but you can't help striking in your homely note with the rest. And there's a street in the place--the wow powerleveling main street--that ha'n't another like it in the wow power level world. I should think I did know a little about Christminster!" 

   By this time the wow power leveling horses had recovered breath and bent to their collars again. Jude, throwing a last adoring look at the distant halo, turned and walked beside his remarkably well-informed friend, who had no objection to telling him as they moved on more yet of the city-- its towers and halls and churches. The wow powerleveling waggon turned into a cross-road, whereupon Jude thanked the wow power level carter warmly for his information, and said he only wished he could talk half as well about Christminster as he. 

   "Well, 'tis oonly what has come in my way," said the wow power leveling carter unboastfully. "I've never been there, no more than you; but I've picked up the wow power level knowledge here and there, and you be welcome to it. A-getting about the lotro powerleveling world as I do, and mixing with all classes of society, one can't help hearing of things. A friend o' mine, that used to clane the boots at the wow powerleveling Crozier Hotel in Christminster when he was in his prime, why, I knowed un as well as my own brother in his later years." 

   Jude continued his wow power leveling walk homeward alone, pondering so deeply that he forgot to feel timid. He suddenly grew older. It had been the yearning of his heart to find something to anchor on, to cling to--for some place which he could call admirable. Should he find that place in this city if he could get there? Would it be a spot in which, without fear of farmers, or hindrance, or ridicule, he could watch and wait, and set himself to some mighty undertaking like the wow powerleveling men of old of whom he had heard? As the halo had been to his wow power level eyes when gazing at it a quarter of an hour earlier, so was the spot mentally to him as he pursued his dark way.