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It was late in the autumn, and I was skimming along, through a rich English county, in a postchaise, among tall hedgerows gilded, like all the landscape, with the slanting beams of sunset. The road makes a long and easy descent into the little town of Gylingden, and down this we were going at an exhilarating pace, and the jingle of the vehicle sounded like sledge-bells in my ears, and its swaying and jerking were pleasant and life-like. I fancy I was in one of those moods which, under similar circumstances, I sometimes experience still-a semi-narcotic excitement, silent but delightful. An undulating landscape, with a homely farmstead here and there, and plenty of old English timber scattered grandly over it, extended mistily to my right; on the left the road is overtopped by masses of noble forest. The old park of Brandon lies there, more than four miles from end to end. These masses of solemn and discoloured verdure, the faint but splendid lights, and long filmy shadows, the slopes and hollows-my eyes wandered over them all with that strange sense of unreality, and that mingling of sweet and bitter fancy, with which we revisit a scene familiar in very remote and early childhood, and which has haunted a long interval of maturity and absence, like a romantic reverie. As I looked through the chaise-windows, every moment presented some group, or outline, or homely object, for years forgotten; and now, with a strange surprise how vividly remembered and how affectionately greeted! We drove by the small old house at the left, with its double gable and pretty grass garden, and trim yews and modern lilacs and laburnums, backed by the grand timber of the park. It was the parsonage, and old bachelor Doctor Crewe, the rector, in my nonage, still stood, in memory, at the door, in his black shorts and gaiters, with his hands in his pockets, and a puckered smile on his hard ruddy countenance, as I approached. He smiled little on others I believe, but always kindly upon me. This g
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"The master of mystery and horror." --Dorothy L. Sayers
"He succeeds in inspiring a mysterious terror better than any other writer." --M. R. James, author, "Casting the Runes"
"The Simenon of the peculiar." --V. S. Pritchett, author, "London Perceived"
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"He succeeds in inspiring a mysterious terror better than any other writer." --M. R. James, author, "Casting the Runes"
"The Simenon of the peculiar." --V. S. Pritchett, author, "London Perceived"
The marriage of Mark and Dorcas was to end generations of rivalry between the Wylder and Brandon families, and establish a new dynasty at the great old house Brandon Hall. But jealous adversaries have other plans...
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- PublisherCreatespace
- ISBN 10 149107910X
- ISBN 13 9781491079102
- BindingPaperback
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