The Craze of Christina — page 93: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. 89 brown and withered bracken, sombre woods crowning the low hills; and here and there a herd of antlered deer clustered together in some sheltered hollow. Then the long wide facade of the house. came into sight, impressing her with its cold and stately solidity. For although it was not, as has been said, a beautiful house, it was nevertheless a mansion such as she had read about, one of those big old English houses that spoke of an ancient lineage and of an hon- ored race, Chris drew a quick breath of excitement as she wheeled rapidly nearer. She caught a glimpse of terraced gardens beyond, of the glitter of glass houses, and of the slate roofs and imposing clock tower that led into the roomy stable-yard, now filled to overflowing by the carriages of the guests. The wide gravel sweep before the white colonnade at the front door was also alive with vehicles and men-ser- vants—it was evident that the festivities were now in full swing. It might have been some- what embarrassing for a young lady an entire stranger, to present herself alone on a bicycle in the mist of such a concourse; but Chris felt none of this natural timidity as she approached. The feelings she experienced were totally different. A deep regret filled her mind as she Comnilelooksseo