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THE ARGOSY. MARCH 1, 1873. THE MASTER OF GREYLANDS. By THE AUTHOR OF ** East LYNNg,”? CHAPTER VII. IN THE MOONLIGHT. HITE clouds were passing over the face of the blue sky, casting their light and their shade on the glorious sea. Not for a minute together did the sea present the same surface; its hue, its motions, and its ripples were for ever changing. Now, it would be blue and clear almost as crystal; anon, green and still; next, sparkling like diamonds under the sunlight: and each aspect seemed more beautiful than that which it had displaced. To Anthony Castlemaine, gazing at it from his bedroom at the Dolphin Inn, no object in nature had ever seemed so beautiful. Not the vineyards of his native land ; not the sunny plains of Italy; not the grand, picturesque mountains of Switzerland: all these he had been accustomed to from his youth, and they were fair to look upon: but to him they were as nothing compared with this wide, wondrous, ever- changing sea. Some days, a very few, had elapsed since his visit to Stilborough, told of in the chapter preceding this ; another week had come in, and this was the Tuesday in it: destined to be a most fatal day for more than one person connected with our story. The snow-storm he had antici- pated in his homeward walk that afternoon had passed off without falling ; the cold itself seemed now to have taken its departure. With that variable caprice that distinguishes our insular climate, the biting frost, the keen east wind, that had almost cut people through, had given place to the warm, cheering weather of a balmy spring. Anthony ‘Castlemaine had opened the casement window to admit the genial air, the fresh sea-breeze, and stood there in profound thought. VOL. XV. MM. : GONMIC mn —_)