Décrit une visite à la famille Bennett à Chacombe. Et sa transcription : [Hannah Bennett ?s] genre sérieusement les yeux bruns s'est penché sur moi, et sa chevelure sombre reposait contre ma joue. Et que Dieu la bénisse, et me rendre digne de son amour. 8. Jeudi. Flocons de neige tombant rapide et furieux, une véritable tempête, alors j ?t ?ǣcan Neithrop à retourner à jour.  ? Mais Michael Bennett, agriculteur, doit, comme il est jour de marché, et il disdaning hors chantier offerte de parasols. Une autre journée de bonheur. Au cours de la matinée les initiales de finition a commencé le jour de mon arrivée et en ajoutant ce jour ?s'y rapportant, date

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Describes a visit to the Bennett family at Chacombe. Transcription: and her [Hannah Bennett ?s] kind earnest brown eyes looked into mine, and her dark hair rested against my cheek. And may God bless her, and make me worthy of her love. 8. Thursday. Snow flakes falling fast and furious, a real storm, so I ?ǣcan ?t go back to Neithrop to day. ? But Michael Bennett, farmer, has to, it being market day, and off he starts disdaning proffered umbrellas. Another day of happiness. Sometime in the morning finishing the initials commenced on the day of my arrival and appending this day ?s date thereto, upon the trunk of the old tree, in the garden, snow falling fast, and drifting into the wounds on the bark my knife made. And sometime in the afternoon out with Mary [Bennett] & Hannah to visit the old grandfather [Michael Bennett, Sr.], at their uncle William Bennett ?s house. He sat in the chimney corner, a plump healthy looking girl and a child with him. He talked a little, asked of my father [Samuel Gunn], said he himself had a cold, and that indeed it was wintry weather. I tried to get him to speak of my father ?s first wife [Sarah Arnold Gunn], and of matters three parts of a century old, and he did to some little extent, but was deaf, and apt to mistake questions. ?ǣAn old man Sir, and his wits (God help us!) are not so blunt as they should be. ? Meantime the snowstorm was at its height, and when wh we had got back to the shelter of home, it was with flushed faces and whitened garments. Time sped on. Michael returned from Banbury with accounts of how fast the snow flakes fell, how they half-blinded the wayfarer, and how they filled the road. We were all happy, but not unmindful of to-morrow, and so, quiet at times, but loved each other none the less for the approaching parting. We were, as yesterday in the best room, the girls [Hannah, Mary, and Charlotte Bennett], John [Bennett] and I; their father and mother [Charlote Chinner Bennett] in Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Di