Chapter 19

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​⁠We went straight to the lake, as it was called at Bly, and I daresay rightly called, though I reflect that it may in fact have been a sheet of water less remarkable than it appeared to my untraveled eyes. My acquaintance with sheets of water was small, and the pool of Bly, at all events on the few occasions of my consenting, under the protection of my pupils, to affront its surface in the old flat