The Greatest Heiress in EnglandOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Greatest Heiress in England
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
A country town, quiet, simple, and dull, chiefly of old construction,
but with a few new streets and scattered villas of modern flimsiness, a
river flowing through it, dulled and stilled with the frost; trees
visible in every direction, blocking up the horizon and making a
background, though only with a confused anatomy of bare branches, to the
red houses; not many people about the streets, and these cold, subdued,
only brightening a little with the idea that if the frost “held” there
might be skating to-morrow. On one side the High Street trended down a
slight slope toward the river, on the other ran vaguely away into a
delta of small streets, which, in their turn, led to the common, on the
edge of which lay the new district of Farafield. All towns it is said
have a tendency to stray and expand themselves toward the west, and this
is what had happened here. The little new streets, roads, crescents, and
places all strayed toward the setting sun. The best and biggest of
these, and at the same time the furthest off of all, was the Terrace, a
somewhat gloomy row of houses, facing toward the common, and commanding
across the strip of garden which kept them in dignified seclusion from
the road a full view of the broken expanse of gorse and heather over
which the sunsets played, affording to these monotonous windows a daily
spectacle far more splendid than any official pomp. There were but
twelve of these houses, ambitiously built to look like one great
“Elizabethan mansion.” Except one or two large old-fashioned substantial
houses in the market-place, these were the largest and most pretentious
dwellings in the town; the proud occupants considered the pile as a very
fine specimen of modern domestic architecture, and its gentility was
undoubted. It was the landlord’s desire that nobody who worked for his
or her living should enter these sacred precincts. It is difficult to
keep so noble a resolution in a country where so many occupations which
are not conspicuous to the common eye live and grow; but still it was an
exalted aim.
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