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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II LADY MANORWATER'S GUESTS When the afternoon train from the south drew into Gledsmuir station a girl who had been devouring the landscape for the last hour with eager eyes, rose nervously to prepare for exit. To Alice Wishart the country was a novel one and the prospect before her an unexplored realm of guesses. The daughter of a great merchant, she had lived most of her days in the ugly environs of a city, save for such time as she had spent at the conventional schools. She had never travelled; the world of men and things was merely a name to her, and a girlhood, lonely and brightened chiefly by the companionship of books, had not given her self-confidence. She had casually met Lady Manorwater at some political meeting in her father's house, and the elder woman had taken a strong liking to the quiet, abstracted child. Then came an invitation to Glenavelin, accepted gladly yet with much fear and searching of heart. Now, as she looked out on the shining mountain land, she was full of delight that she was about to dwell in the heart of it. Something of pride, too, was present, that she was to be the guest of a great lady, and seesomething of a life which seemed infinitely remote to her provincial thoughts. But when her journey drew near its end she was foolishly nervous, and scanned the platform with anxious eye. The sight of her hostess reassured her. Lady Manorwater was a small middle-aged woman, with a thin classical face, large colourless eyes, and untidy fair hair. She was very plainly dressed, and as she darted forward to greet the girl with entire frankness and kindness, Alice forgot her fears and kissed her heartily. A languid young woman was introduced as Miss Afflint, and in a few minutes the three were in the Glenavelin carriage with the wide glen openi...
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Book Excerpt: ipating some gamekeeper orshepherd."Lewie is my nephew. He lives at Etterick, up at the head of the glen."Miss Afflint spoke for the first time. "A very good man. You shouldknow Lewie, Miss Wishart. I'm sure you would like him. He is a greattraveller, you know, and has written a famous book. Lewis Haystoun ishis full name.""Why, I have read it," cried Alice. "You mean the book about Kashmir.But I thought the author was an old man.""Lewie is not very old," said his aunt; "but I haven't seen him foryears, so he may be decrepit by this time. He is coming home soon, hesays, but he never writes. I know two of his friends who pay a PrivateInquiry Office to send them news of him."Alice laughed and became silent. What merry haphazard people were theseshe had fallen among At home everything was docketed and ordered.Meals were immovable feasts, the hour for bed and the hour for risingwere more regular than the sun's. Her father was full of proverbs onthe virtue of regularity, and was woRead More