Chapter 1. On The Terrace At Shenstone
_ CHAPTER I. ON THE TERRACE AT SHENSTONE
Three o‘clock on a dank afternoon, early in November. The wintry sunshine, in fitful gleams, pierced the greyness of the leaden sky.
The great trees in Shenstone Park stood gaunt and bare, spreading wide arms over the sodden grass. All nature seemed waiting the first fall of winter‘s snow, which should hide its deadness and decay under a lovely pall of sparkling white, beneath which a promise of fresh life to come might gently move and stir； and, eventually, spring forth.
The Mistress of Shenstone moved slowly up and down the terrace, wrapped in her long cloak, listening to the soft "drip, drip" of autumn all around； noting the silent fall of the last dead leaves； the steely grey of the lake beyond； the empty flower-garden； the deserted lawn.
The large stone house had a desolate appearance, most of the rooms being, evidently, closed； but, in one or two, cheerful log-fires blazed, casting a rud

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