Super Trick or Treat System

We spent a considerable period of time in Oxford, wandering around Oxford, and trying to find every location that might be related to the most vibrant era in British history. Our journey of discovery is rarely extended by continuous objects that appear. We visited the famous Hampden Tomb and the fields where the Patriots fell. For a moment, my soul got rid of its despicable and tragic fear, and began to think about the concepts of divine freedom and self-sacrifice, which are monuments and memorials. For a while, I dared to break free and look around with a free and sublime spirit, but the iron was swallowed by my flesh, and I trembled again, sinking hopelessly into my miserable self.

We left Oxford with regret and headed to Matlock, which is our next resting place. The country near this village resembles the landscape of Switzerland to a large extent. But everything is done on a lower scale. The green hills want the crown of the white Alps in the distance. These Alps always appear on the pine trees in my country. We visited the wonderful caves and small cabinets of natural history, where curiosity was placed in the same way as He's collection. The latter's name made me tremble when Henry read it out, so I hurriedly withdrew from Matlock, which was related to the terrible scene.

Starting from Derby, still northbound, we spent two months in Cumberland and Westmoreland. I can almost imagine myself in the mountains of Switzerland now. The little snow that still surrounds the mountains, lakes, and turbulent creeks to the north is a familiar sight to me. Here, we also met some acquaintances who almost wanted to lie to me for happiness. My joy is greater than mine. His thoughts were expanded in the company of talented people, and he discovered by his own nature a much greater imagination than the ability and resources he possessed when interacting with the inferior. He said to me: "I can spend my life here." "Among these mountains, I should hardly regret Switzerland and the Rhine."

But he found that the life of a traveler is full of pain, and it is full of pain. His feelings last forever. When he began to fall into silence, he found that he was obliged to give up what he relied on in order to find something new, which again attracted his attention, and he also gave up other novelties.

When our dating period with our Scottish friends approached, we hardly visited the lakes of Cumberland and Westmoreland, and missed some residents, so we let them move on. As far as I am concerned, I do not regret it. I have ignored my promise for a while now, and I am worried about the consequences of the devil's disappointment. He might stay in Switzerland and avenge my relatives. This idea is chasing me every moment and torturing me, otherwise I might take away rest and peace. I am anxiously waiting for my letter. If they are delayed, I am in pain and overcome by a thousand fears; when they arrive, I see Elizabeth or my father’s signature, and I hardly dare to read and determine my fate. Sometimes I think this demon is following me, and may have accelerated my negligence by murdering my companion. When these thoughts envelop me, I will not leave Henry immediately, but follow him as his shadow to protect him from the violent anger of the destroyer. I feel that I have committed some serious crimes, and this sense of sin bothers me. I have no sense of guilt, but I did draw a terrible curse on my head, as deadly as a crime.

I stared lazily at Edinburgh. But that city may be interested in the most unfortunate people. Kleval dislikes Oxford University, because the latter’s antiquity is more pleasing to him. However, the beauty and regularity of Edinburgh’s New Town, its romantic castle and its surroundings, the world’s most delightful Arthur’s Seat, St. Bernard’s Well and Pentland Hills, have brought compensation for his changes. Filled him with joy and admiration. But I am anxious to reach the end of the journey.

We left Edinburgh within a week, passing by Cooper, St. Andrew, and the banks of the River Tay, to Perth, which is what our friends expected. But I am not in the mood to laugh with strangers, or treat their feelings or plans with the humor that guests expect. Therefore, I told that I would like to visit Scotland alone. I said: "Do you like it, let it be our dating place. I may be absent for a month or two; but please don’t interfere with my movements, please pay attention; let me be quiet and lonely briefly; when I come back, I Hope it will be more suitable for your own temper with a relaxed heart."

Henry wanted to dissuade me, but seeing that I was single-minded about the plan, he stopped demonstrating. He begged me to write often. He said: "I would rather be with you than with these Scots. I don’t know them; then, my dear friend hurried back and made me feel like at home again. I did it when you were away. No more."

After breaking up with my friends, I decided to go to a remote area in Scotland and finish my work alone. I have no doubt, but the monster will follow me and will find myself when I should be over, he may get his companion.

With this resolution, I crossed the northern highlands and fixed it in the most remote part of the Orkney Mountains as my labor site. This is a suitable place for this kind of work. It is just a high rock that is constantly beaten by waves. The soil is poor, and there is almost no pasture for some miserable cows, and no oatmeal for its residents. These residents are made up of five people. Their stiff limbs give people a dismal ticket price. When vegetables and bread indulge in such a luxurious environment, even fresh water should be sourced from the mainland about five miles away.

On the island, there were only three miserable huts, one of which was empty, when I arrived. This is what I hired. It has only two rooms, and these rooms show the most bitter taste. The thatched roof fell in, the walls were not plastered, and the doors had no hinges. I ordered it to be repaired, bought some furniture, and occupied. If not all the farmhouses felt numb due to scarcity and filthy poverty, it would undoubtedly cause some accidents. As it is, I lived a full life, single-mindedly, and hardly thanked me for the insignificant food and clothes I gave him. Even the roughest feelings of a man made him suffer a lot.

In this retreat, I will devote the morning to work. But at night, when the weather allowed, I walked on the sea and rocky beach, listening to the roaring waves breaking through my feet. This is a monotonous but constantly changing scene. I think of Switzerland; this is a far cry from this desolate and shocking landscape. Its hills are covered with vines, while its bungalows are scattered on the plain. Its beautiful lakes reflect the blue and soft sky. When disturbed by the wind, their noise is nothing but the play of a lively baby compared with the roar of the huge ocean.

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