He revelled in it and , to match his exhilarated mood , he touched the pony with his whip and went clinking and glittering down the hill under the poplars at a dashing rate . He had not intended to offer his wares in Amberley that day . He meant to break the ice in Occidental , the village beyond . But he could not pass the Adams place . When he came to the open gate he turned in under the willows and drove down the wide , shady lane , girt on both sides with a trim white paling smothered in lavish sweetbriar bushes that were gay with bloom . Jedediah 's heart was beating furiously under his checks . `` What a fool you are , Jed Crane , '' he told himself . `` You used to be a young fool , and now you 're an old one . Sad , that ! Get up , my nag , get up . It 's a poor lookout for a man of your years , Jed . Do n't get excited . It ai n't the least likely that Mattie Adams is here yet . She 's married and gone years ago , no doubt . It 's probable there 's no Adamses here at all now . But it 's romantic , yes , it 's romantic . It 's splendid . Get up , my nag , get up . '' The Adams place itself was not unromantic . The house was a large , old-fashioned white one , with green shutters and a front porch with Grecian columns .
These were thought very elegant XXXXX Amberley .
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