Excerpt from Miss. Carew, Vol. 1 of 2 Thenceforth the universe for me contained only Miss Carew. I dreamt of her; raved of her; wrote sonnets to her; plunged wildly into evening parties, in the hope of meeting her; wore gloves two sizes too small for my hands, and boots that I blush to look back upon; and bored my best friend, Bob Conyers, to such an inhuman degree, that he fled me at the end of three weeks, and finished the winter in Florence. Nor was this all. I hired a high-stepping horse, and distinguished myself in the Park on Sundays. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.