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George has a cousin , who is usually described in the charge-sheet as a medical student , so that he naturally has a somewhat family-physicianary way of putting things . I agreed with George , and suggested that we should seek out some retired and old-world spot , far from the madding crowd , and dream away a sunny week among its drowsy lanes -- some half-forgotten nook , hidden away by the fairies , out of reach of the noisy world -- some quaint-perched eyrie on the cliffs of Time , from whence the surging waves of the nineteenth century would sound far-off and faint . Harris said he thought it would be humpy . He said he knew the sort of place I meant ; where everybody went to bed at eight o'clock , and you could n't get a _ Referee _ for love or money , and had to walk ten miles to get your baccy . `` No , '' said Harris , `` if you want rest and change , you ca n't beat a sea trip . '' I objected to the sea trip strongly . A sea trip does you good when you are going to have a couple of months of it , but , for a week , it is wicked .