Verner's Pride (Classic Reprint)by Mrs. Henry Wood
The rays of the afternoon sun, drawing towards the horizon, fell on a fair scene of country life; flickered through the young foliage of the oak and lime-trees, touched the budding hedges, rested on the growing grass, all lovely in their early green, and lighted up the windows of the fine mansion, that, rising on a gentle eminence, looked
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The rays of the afternoon sun, drawing towards the horizon, fell on a fair scene of country life; flickered through the young foliage of the oak and lime-trees, touched the budding hedges, rested on the growing grass, all lovely in their early green, and lighted up the windows of the fine mansion, that, rising on a gentle eminence, looked down on that fair scene as if it were its master, and could boast the ownership of those broad lands, of those glinting trees.
Not that the house possessed attraction for those whose taste inclined to the antique. No time-worn turrets were there, or gabled ends, or crooked eaves, or mullioned Gothic casements. Neither was the edifice constructed of grey stone, or of bricks toned down with age. It was a handsome, well-built white mansion, giving promise of excellent rooms within, whose chimneys never smoked or windows rattled, and where there was sufficient space to turn in. The lower windows opened on a gravelled terrace, which ran the whole length of the house, a broad flight of steps descending from its centre. Lawns, gently sloping, extended from the terrace, on either side the steps and the broad walk which branched from them; lawns gay with parterres of flowers already scenting the air, and giving promise of the advancing summer. Beyond, were covered walks, yielding a shelter from the sultry noontide sun; shrubberies and labyrinths of intricate turnings and windings, suggestive of secret meetings, were secret meetings desirable; groves of scented shrubs; cascades and rippling fountains; mossy dells, concealing the sweet primrose, the sweeter violet; and verdant spots open to the country round, the charming distant scenery. These open places were supplied with benches, where you might sit and feast the eyes upon the exquisite views through the livelong summer day.
It was not summer yet - scarcely spring - and the sun, I say, was drawing to its setting, lighting up the large clear windows as with burnished gold.
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