Mrs. Dorriman: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3 — John Shaqi
Mrs. Dorriman: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3Chetwynd, Henry Wayland, Mrs.
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Mrs. Dorriman: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3
Chetwynd, Henry Wayland, Mrs.
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They had a little money, and neither of them were anxious about ways and
means. To the eyes of youth and inexperience, living seems so easy; they
had of their own about forty pounds a year; this they thought was quite
sufficient; and they would make money; that also seemed so easy in the
sublime self-confidence of their youth. They took the train without
clearly knowing which station to go to, and, finding that Glasgow seemed
to lead everywhere, they went there in the first instance, and then
consulting the book they went to a little village among the hills where
they thought they might rest quietly and arrange their future plans.
No scenery in the world varies more than does Scottish scenery under
the changing influence of the weather. All its rugged grandeur--so
splendid bathed in sunlight--so magnificent when partly veiled by
those light fleecy clouds that give a subtle charm to its grand hills,
and which sends out that marvellous blue colour by the force of
contrast--becomes, under the sullen splash of a downpour of rain dreary,
oppressive, and bleak. The rain fell heavily as the two girls stopped at
Torbreck, and they looked around them in dismay.
The little station was apart from the village, in the dim distance some
small white houses were dotted about. Stacks of peat rose around, and
the wide muir on which Torbreck was built was disfigured by the
peat-cuttings, now filled with water, which had the deep black tinge of
bog-water.
There was no carriage of any kind, the station being a small one of no
importance, and having been made chiefly to bring the herds of Highland
cattle within reach of the market-town, and for the convenience of a few
Highland proprietors who lived some miles off, and who had obtained the
concession by yielding their land to the Railway Company on favourable
terms.
Leaving their luggage to be sent for, the two girls walked to the
village, utterly unconscious of an angry and amazed face that noted
their movements.
That day Mr. Drayton had gone to Glasgow _en route_ for Renton Place,
and he saw the girls at the station, he heard their discussion about the
best step, and resolved to find out what it all meant. He had followed
them in another part of the train.
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