First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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As he gradually drew nearer and nearer the curious scene that lay beneath
him, and, at length, accomplishing his perilous descent, entered the
valley itself, and approached those objects which he had at first
thought were numerous ruins, they in general began to assume somewhat of
a different appearance, and, finally, on coming up to each, to his great
surprise as well as disappointment, they one by one, proved to be but
deep sided, perpendicular rocks; looking, however, as ancient as though
they had in the time of Noah, resisted the retiring waters of the flood,
when all more yielding substances had been borne along the narrow channel
of the glen, into the sea.
He now crossed the river by means of a single arched bridge, much
overhung by the trees of the opposite bank, under the thick cover of
which it immediately led. Through this copse he rode for a time and then
emerged just at the foot of the headland, the lofty summit of which bore
on high that which he could now ascertain to be the only real tower of
all he had in imagination so designated. Rock over rock, with wood
between, shelved and projected, till how the building itself was to be
reached seemed an impenetrable mystery; there did not appear to be nearly
space enough to conquer so perpendicular an ascent by any windings of the
road he still pursued. He next passed a lodge-gate, which was opened by a
little bare-footed girl, who stretched first the one side on its hinges,
then the other, though our hero had meanwhile passed through. At a second
gate he demanded if he might pursue his course through what thus seemed
to be an approach to some nobleman’s or gentleman’s place, though, as
yet, he could discern no residence. He was answered in the affirmative,
and proceeded till, having got round to the further side of the headland,
a part of the height of which he had meantime, by a gradual ascent,
achieved, he came suddenly in view of a magnificent castellated mansion,
apparently surrounded by an extensive richly wooded and beautifully
diversified demesne, some of the grounds of which, on one side, descended
by an inclined plane to the sea, and the whole of which had been screened
from view during the former part of his ride by the much greater height
of the side nearest the valley, on the rocky pinnacle of which, at an
elevation far above that of the castle, and surrounded up to its very
base by wood, still appeared conspicuous the same single tower which from
the first had attracted so much of his notice. Seeing a lad on the lawn,
who was employed rolling the newly mown grass, Edmund gave him his horse,
demanding to whom the place belonged, and if the family were at home? The
lad first stared awkwardly, and when about to reply was prevented doing
so, coherently, by the unruly movements of the animal committed to his
charge. Our hero, however, on ascertaining that the family was not at
home, without waiting to repeat the former part of his question, turned
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