And who knows he does not understand very, unexpectedly ask me: "LiuLiu, what are you laughing at?" 

I which know? Stay foolish, way: "what are you laughing?" 

He said, pointing to a bird shit way: "I found the bird in have loose bowels, for xu wanted to pull it to you, just wait not to live, can't just let out ahead of time, ha ha ha ha......" I think of just the breathtaking scene, really lucky. 

Lu tianhai himself smiled for a while, ask again: "what are you doing behind in?" 

I way: "don't know you hair what nerve, thoroughly fled the two classes, whether it is angry or dizzy? Or feel age have you enough heavy punishment, to bring forth some nominal let him catch you again go to the office to enjoy to enjoy." 

Lu tianhai wrinkly to knit nice nose, say with smile: "how kua you, all I want to into the fire pit, you must help I'd like to have some good. I just want to are wonderful things, don't good to swept xing is good." 

I way: "that what the hell are you thinking good things, such as xu meimei to my advantage? Hey, that I can not hide you anything yet." 

Lu tianhai way: "you are at the heart of the SIMS to degrees my abdomen of gentleman, think about it, I the day before is so easygoing, since getting on your..." Here, he saw I look black down, and quickly dry cough a cry and then way: "since meet you, hello, what are you doing with that kind of eyes looking at me, I just know you, your luck always little not my copy of word is real, I am in the wall belle's church, but to are of the wheel of fortune, which is arguably everything to rain rain... no letter? The day I met you yet..." He said to here, voice stopped, I look at me. 

I is brewing retort his words, there was said he was angry and urgent at the moment, where a quiet to think, he had to hate hate stare, way: "the content of the divination, as far as I know, you can not only so, I also heard some people to scold the inside man is a" cheater "? You had not know his bad luck?" 

Lu tianhai after hearing this sentence, immediately face has a glow, I first saw was frightened and thought that he and master temper, and looked at it carefully, and don't like, but some as timid, also don't know what kind of shame. 

"LiuLiu, do you know how to say soothsayers me?" 

Monkey, "said you blessings desires of the heart, free pick up money will be on the way, nothing just has one vote beauty siege..." 

"Which have so exaggerated!!" He looked at me, soft track: "in fact I very want to tell you, why are you so talkative?" 

I was speechless, incredibly as gossip? No, I just some talkative... Talkative. 

Lu tianhai suddenly turned to look at the rock, gently tunnel: "Nostradamus said, I can eventually resolve things, but will soon meet met..." 

"Meet?" 

"Secret." Him a small smile, coy, way: "today is the weekend, my mother must be at home to prepare a roast chicken dinner, see you next week." 

"Hey, you either do not say, how can so? Very interesting words to a half?" 

"I'm hungry." He said as he really left. 

"I don't want to listen to, you of divination to have anything to do with me." I gave him back said. 

"I'll tell you next week." He said this, unexpectedly disappeared behind the bamboo. 

Next week, soon arrived. 

I actually under mother's nutrition, has left his words neatly, Sunday night had got up in the middle of the Fried two eggs do food taken late at night, mom says will grow fat, make I would like to have a word dare not eat, contradiction, finally ate, he tried to run machine for a long time, as a result, didn't go to sleep late. 

On Monday morning to sleep, wow... Run! 

Hope not to be late, amida Buddha. 

I admit that morning I didn't brush my teeth wash my face, perhaps is because it is unlucky to come across is easy cold peak, see, he is to send Chen Ruixue class. I tried to hide from a distance, and then quietly go in, but time and tide wait for no man, so, I'm woman.she rushed past. 

They are talking, easy cold peak saw I'll stay. And I saw him, and unwillingly to stay. Actually I don't like sad on that day, I'm just full of questions and unwilling, what is the reason, let he eventually chose the light snow, I want to know the reason. 

I want to ask reason, mouth is: "good morning." 

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Easy for stay cold mountain face, gently tunnel: "LiuLiu, you overslept again." B: yes. Previously, I often slept in, then he is a student cadre, every time see me quick class hasn't come yet, so I ran to school with people shift on duty, waiting for my dream, and waking up to the school after a good cut me some slack. 

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Her eyes for no reason the moisture. Think of five years ago that a beautiful spring day. The morning passed by the court, she was as song not carefully built from the basketball hit; In the afternoon drive to give a person tutor, the hands of the cake because of an accident fly out and hit as' body - the same day, she knew their brothers. 

And his biggest regret was late half know her. 

If she met in the morning is he... Day, her heart good disorderly, dare not to think, also do not go to think. 

"Cloud have." Active smoke call her softly, "look at the poetry." he really love you love very miserably." 

"You... know?" The clouds have smell speech raised its head, on the face is a piece of bright red as fire. 

"Please." Active smoke again spirit again funny, "here in addition to you, who don't know? Don't understand why you are so slow." Look at the clouds have appearance, should be like '? 

"But......" She speak haltingly, "he never told me." 

"Some things are not needed, he testified to your good who could see." 

Active smoke not to say more, but they throw the eyes on the stage. The clouds have also looked up to as poetry. 

His arms holding the guitar, are gently fiddled with, it seems that are watching the clouds have, "this song" I believe1 "is" my sassy girl "theme song, only hope that one day, can you be my gentle girlfriend." 

He smiled and dial the ring guitar, deep feeling with light sad song throughout the hall, to everyone's ears -- 

I believe when I am on your doorstep 

It's raining you see may also sad 

I believe you don't talk 

Is also a kind of actually you in response to me 

Although never said believe that you are understand 

Even if the guy is not my hand 

I don't really sad 

Don't know in the happy?????? 

Your smile is sometimes better as you are cheering for me 

Don't know in the delusion?????? 

Just tell yourself I believe you will always see me 

At some time want to let you accompany is my 

... 

Don't know in the happy?????? 

Your smile is sometimes better as you are cheering for me 

Don't know in the delusion?????? 

Just tell yourself I believe will have the result 

After a long time in the left around you is me 

With you is I 

Is that song! Is the first water xin Yang when work for her to hear the song. 

The clouds have heard halo halo ran, he sing is Chinese, she understood, and these are deeply knock into her heart. All the time, no matter what she always hold indifferent attitude, even to let song to build the part say not clear feeling, also is dispensable. Never think that one day there is a man so cherish her, let her feel suddenly a life rich up, in the heart is unable to escape moved... No wonder he always place her wine; No wonder he always love say, from the first sight she was only her, No wonder, he always smiled to her empathy to him; No wonder he always in that see person dismayed gazed at her. All of all, at this moment has the reasonable answer: he, as poetry, in five years ago in her heart. 

So, the valentine's day... He did not call the wrong person? 

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"Ah." Active smoke contentedly sigh, I finally put the layer window paper to tong is broken. She can't help softly cloud have complained, "you are really dull, the somebody else three years fly New York see you how many times you didn't even understand?" 

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Her eyes for no reason the moisture. Think of five years ago that a beautiful spring day. The morning passed by the court, she was as song not carefully built from the basketball hit; In the afternoon drive to give a person tutor, the hands of the cake because of an accident fly out and hit as' body - the same day, she knew their brothers. 

And his biggest regret was late half know her. 

If she met in the morning is he... Day, her heart good disorderly, dare not to think, also do not go to think. 

"Cloud have." Active smoke call her softly, "look at the poetry." he really love you love very miserably." 

"You... know?" The clouds have smell speech raised its head, on the face is a piece of bright red as fire. 

"Please." Active smoke again spirit again funny, "here in addition to you, who don't know? Don't understand why you are so slow." Look at the clouds have appearance, should be like '? 

"But......" She speak haltingly, "he never told me." 

"Some things are not needed, he testified to your good who could see." 

Active smoke not to say more, but they throw the eyes on the stage. The clouds have also looked up to as poetry. 

His arms holding the guitar, are gently fiddled with, it seems that are watching the clouds have, "this song" I believe1 "is" my sassy girl "theme song, only hope that one day, can you be my gentle girlfriend." 

He smiled and dial the ring guitar, deep feeling with light sad song throughout the hall, to everyone's ears -- 

I believe when I am on your doorstep 

It's raining you see may also sad 

I believe you don't talk 

Is also a kind of actually you in response to me 

Although never said believe that you are understand 

Even if the guy is not my hand 

I don't really sad 

Don't know in the happy?????? 

Your smile is sometimes better as you are cheering for me 

Don't know in the delusion?????? 

Just tell yourself I believe you will always see me 

At some time want to let you accompany is my 

... 

Don't know in the happy?????? 

Your smile is sometimes better as you are cheering for me 

Don't know in the delusion?????? 

Just tell yourself I believe will have the result 

After a long time in the left around you is me 

With you is I 

Is that song! Is the first water xin Yang when work for her to hear the song. 

The clouds have heard halo halo ran, he sing is Chinese, she understood, and these are deeply knock into her heart. All the time, no matter what she always hold indifferent attitude, even to let song to build the part say not clear feeling, also is dispensable. Never think that one day there is a man so cherish her, let her feel suddenly a life rich up, in the heart is unable to escape moved... No wonder he always place her wine; No wonder he always love say, from the first sight she was only her, No wonder, he always smiled to her empathy to him; No wonder he always in that see person dismayed gazed at her. All of all, at this moment has the reasonable answer: he, as poetry, in five years ago in her heart. 

So, the valentine's day... He did not call the wrong person? 

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"Ah." Active smoke contentedly sigh, I finally put the layer window paper to tong is broken. She can't help softly cloud have complained, "you are really dull, the somebody else three years fly New York see you how many times you didn't even understand?" 

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LiHuan in her preach, mind and activity up, wish, acting or good. 

This play has a few field is in the suburb C several spots landscape, coupled with a good remuneration. LiHuan then promised down. 

To the first two days, it's nothing dry, the director when he figurant, never left him, then I do not know how the and spread into he is YeXiaoBo "acquaintance", so, although no one left him, but he didn't catch. But, who knows, LiHuan have so far have not seen YeXiaoBo, because YeXiaoBo recent stop in cast take a advertising, said a few days will come. Slowly, he began to util, then, the director saw him try one's hand, found that he really has the martial arts skills, then arrange down, let him do the fight scenes. 

He only knew the man is KeRan, natural to be close to some, but see KeRan maintained a reasonable distance, warm but not close to, but is not forced gather together up to and accosted her, and she keep a reasonable distance. 

For two consecutive days, LiHuan are late at night to come back, come back KeRan sometimes received the message, and then he also reply, two people communicate some of the things. 

Two people meet every day, still so much nonsense, FengFeng thought, the "emperor" and "queen" murphy is his words to heart "rekindling"? 

KeRan is serious or once again challenge their female charm, FengFeng don't know. However, she must be LiHuan has been saved this state of mind, as if that KeRan is his queen, this also can't blame him, after all, KeRan grow FengMiaoZhi with exactly the same as his heart has been considered as YeJia is jia leaf. 

She gradually like some understanding LiHuan, he came to this strange world, in addition to himself, who all don't know, suddenly found that there is a familiar his past life "queen" face, will naturally to her special some, this is understandable, human nature,. 

Two are poor man, so she LiHuan to move more and more tolerant, no blame on him, on the contrary, sometimes LiHuan call, send SMS, afraid she is not happy, she doesn't matter to avoid euphemism, said he does not mind. 

One day, LiHuan call it a night early, see FengFeng stay at home, be in a daze since she came back late, the mood has been bad, took the FengFeng went out shopping. Since he was filming, most of the schemes are FengFeng yourself doing, worked overtime for two days, also feel tired, then go out with him for a walk. 

The winter weather have long dark, looking at square, leisure street big balls, stores outside big Christmas tree, Christmas grandpa, FengFeng remembered that is Christmas is coming. In recent years, people to this day the than foreigners is enthusiastic, the businessman also took the opportunity to make, make a steaming. 

"What is the Christmas holiday?" 

"Is coming from a holiday abroad, cast YangPan people love follow kick up a row, is bought ChongQiBang on the square chasing you hit me, I beat you......" 

"These people zha so boring?" 

"Most people in the world is very boring, it is what it is. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve......" FengFeng look at the square of a sea of people, "tomorrow here people need more, everyone is looking for an excuse to revel......" 

While speaking, some sell rose child running up the earth with: "elder brother, sister to buy branch flower......" 

"Buy a......" 

LiHuan haven't open, FengFeng smile gave the child a few COINS, this day, children is not easy, these children are orphans gai, were forcibly persecuted to flower - disguised to beg for that. Children pick up the money with no longer, LiHuan asked why not buy. FengFeng said, I do not like flowers. 

"Why don't you like?" 

"This is what mean? Buy flowers as buy cabbage." She thought, want to buy is not you bought me ah, if past he also some like FengMiaoLian words, time, attention also fully to KeRan body, want to buy the flowers to buy KeRan right, although KeRan send flowers man has a lot of. 

"Buy flowers as buy cabbage!" 

LiHuanZhi roll is Philistine woman. While speaking, two people have already passed two flower shop, LiHuan eyes rested on a bunch of packaging beautiful blue rose: "just those who are not good, the flower just good-looking..." 

FengFeng looks, before she hasn't seen blue roses, and a little curious, two people close look, this blue roses delicate and charming be about to drip, mark is very tricky name "blue demon ji", is "content with rare for expensive" ah. 

"Young lady, it spend how many money?" 

"One thousand and eighty-eight yuan..." 

FengFeng pulled LiHuan walked out of a few zhangs far, just smile happily tunnel: "buy a few years of Chinese cabbage money enough." 

LiHuan laughed, too, didn't say anything. 

The two men also didn't arrive home, LiHuan cell phone rang, KeRan is calling. He answered the phone, KeRan tried to call him to go to a place. He said a few words, hung up the phone: "FengFeng, I go out for a while. KeRan..." 

"Go, go to see your queen!" 

"Not you want to it, FengFeng, I'm going to see a person, the new man and a number, much like me three younger brother, today I hurry saw him again, but haven't had time to talk, now, he and KeRan and cast together in a bar, I want to see. FengFeng, you and me to go together, you also know me three younger brother......" 

Three younger brother? Three report? What is this nonsense? 

FengFeng was not mind, but listen to him so ridiculous excuse, sneer at 1: "LiHuan, I repeatedly stressed that everyone is free of adults, whatever you do, why should take such bad lies as an excuse? You see KeRan he found KeRan, why so unreasonable? Actually tell a lie what three report four report, tomorrow you will not say prince also here? The queen mother also came to the palace? Moved here..." 

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If, can choose to return to a point in time, I would choose the nineteen, that do not know love, longing love age.

If, can choose to meet in person, I still would like to meet you, the first time in line.

If, can also choose to say a word to you, I want to say, I'm sorry, I always thought that is not love.

Years passed, you are the most precious.

No romantic encounter, no touching on, but I like this kind of light. At the age of nineteen, that light, it can be for a long time, thought I would sit in the classroom, looked up to see the back of you. Thought you would have been at my side is my girl, think whatever you give are warm or ambiguous, I can restrain the heartbeat. But you say, do you want me to give you a chance to consider you, you say you can promise to love me. But, don't know why, I you refuse in the noisy in the classroom. But you in the next day, choose to hold someone 's hand.

I have your diary, sealed, we recorded our last story, also, I finally wrote the most beautiful four words. I haven't the courage to open. I know, you are not happy, or let go of her hand. But you do not know, how much I hope, I heard at the age of nineteen commitment is not a joke. But you do not know, in the vast sea of humanity, I still can not help but want to find your shadow, midnight, I really want to tell you, if love, please deep love.

Sorry, I always thought that is not love, I am sorry, if I can be brave, is it right? There will be a different ending. At least, we can not be strangers, avoid crossing. After five years, I want to say, I have come out from the pain, but you do not know I used a long time. After five years, I want to say, I never blame you, you just don't know how disappointed I am, the party first lifted the cup I rather than you. After five years, I want to say, thank you, the church I grew up boy, I really love you. Years went by, my love, you are still valuable.

Years passed, you are the most precious.

Like every white winter, like to meet you at the age of nineteen in winter. When you said, is the reincarnation of Buddha for five hundred years, I was able to meet, the crowd, you watching each other in silence, I do not bow to the phrase; the winter of that year, your love, I never ignore; those winter, your care, I occasionally responded, but when I face a cold and lonely, still so warm; in the rainy days, I went to the library from the canteen, find your information, you said it was raining, particularly large, eat in the cafeteria to shelter from the rain! I know that for the first time, so you have been in, but I didn't see.

Twenty-four years of winter, friend here, bring you greetings, warm. Twenty-five years old you, because it's new year's Eve I sent to SMS a blessing you, happy for a long time, said that as long as the thinking of good. You just don't know, I will remember you all good.

Sorry, I always thought that is not love, I am sorry, young do not know when the love is always so heartless. I thank you, you can have for my most beautiful season; I am moved, so many years I tried to get rid of you still conveying palm warm; I'm sorry, the last to know the best guard is not the pledge, the true love is not love you. But life is not return a single line, I can not accept your love, but I want to say, years passed, my world, you are the most precious.

Years passed, you are the most precious.

A road and you walk through the most beautiful arc in the youth, no love, bitter and sweet, does not pursue the youthful years, only the ordinary I and you, still have each other can understand. Then, you send the juice can always make me forget the pain; that year, I was laughing at you and frivolous you laugh at me silly; then, the darkness you said to be brave I find export, that year, stumbles you accompany me to find to learn to grow up; then, you say that I will be happy and more than life; that year, I always thought that is not love, I said ... ... Friendship is enduring as the universe.

Three years ago the letter for you, probably forget to save! I said, hope that we have to have worried about; I said, can't accompany you far-off regions the blessings with you; I said, every step you will have my applause and flowers; I say, not always promised great, I say, not only love can say enduring as the universe; I said, time flies, I always miss, then that belongs to us.

The same piece of sky, I think, still need not I say, you can feel. Years went by, my life, you are the most precious.

Years passed, I wish I can always keep with you have a short duration of time.

Years passed, I hope to be together with you miss those palpitating with excitement eager to do sth., waiting silently and friend.

Years passed, I in the crowd also can't stop looking for your shadow.

Years passed, I still look back in the future, those sentimental warmth you gave.

Years passed, love or don't love, you are the most precious.

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Remember when I was a little girl, I have been reading on know, Chinese, there are many places have a custom, that is the girls or QiQiao, or hide in the secret place eavesdropping in different places in the Milky Way when meet what sweet nothings. These cause me countless daydream. 

Girls grow up is to get married, MengMengDongDong of I also think, will grow up to meet a what kind of person? There will be in different places and so beautiful love story? 

In such a look forward to, I grew up. Then, the man introduced him, then, flatly light contacts, then, logical to become his bride. And then, and associated in hand go today. 

Listen to KongShan bird, jotham pregnant vomit essence. Listen to the song of cloud nobleness, water comfort evil thoughts, to my surprise, my life had no like mellow wine love story, everything is as plain as cold boiled water. I think those who like me so of somebody else, perhaps is such it. 

Once for a long time, in the night, I always like to through the window, looking out across a road that building a house on the second floor of the living room. I don't even know the family of any situation, even people grow what face, from appearing on the lights in the Windows of the watch is not clear. But I always in the dark night down, see the light of the people are doing. 

From every night bright the window to see in, can know the family usually only lived the old couple, only holiday to see the house up. The old couple life simple and regular, almost every day at the same time for dinner. Square table on one side, sitting face to face. They eat a meal, as if also said what. Each other from time to time from your own plate of food in front of a folder chopsticks into the other side of the bowl. The end of the dinner. Often see the old lady sitting, the old man left the room. I think it is going to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Wash bowl, old man back to the living room. The old lady will take out a package on the square table, send this package paving on. Is still one side sat face to face, I saw two people hand on the table activities, at first don't know what they are doing, and then from the action and the table put things judgment, they are playing mahjong. You hit a, I play a, until one hu, to and mahjong tiles and together to code up. Began to you a I a dozen. This camera will be almost every day I intake. Sometimes the old couple and playing mahjong to play CARDS. Once, it was the old man was ill, old man is holding the old lady in the sitting room step by step walk, walk tired, the old lady took the old man sit down to a wheelchair. Then end to wash the feet of water to wash his feet he, then and old man watch TV together. I have been looking at them, watching them put to rest. 

I often think, they may young with a magnificent and victorious love, thick deep feeling make them at your feet to our ideas, they have yet to resolve; Maybe at first the association between two people is water even stumbling, but with the year late month is long in casual has put water into a sweet old wine. Because, this year in year out, no matter I any night, let me see is always along with their concomitant figure! 

Someone said, it's cool era of love. The love is profession. So valentine's day flowers flourishes, the chocolate fragrance. I don't know today, will be what kind of person love carnival. But I know, I haven't hear my mouth he to me say those three words, but in ordinary life, one of his concern of look in the eyes, a understanding smile, can let me feel love. 

Love, maybe go light, she will avoid you deliberately look for her eyes, but when you feel nothing GuaWei recipients, shake shake off life those details, you will suddenly found that, ah, love the original has been accompanied by yourself, never leave ah. The second album warm home 

Romantic love 

My mood as fund fall, in a recession. 

In May 2007, after the fund market heated up, I also with the wind tail buy fund made base civilian. Small earn a pen, I do not regard lover's dissuasion, see at home from the bank took out, all in buy fund. Behold, from now on because of the stock market turmoil, the fund net value also all the way down. Put in the money back immediately if must be deficient, so had to wait for stock market rises again to consider the redemption. 

Just home from a day is "under". Due to the credit squeeze, family expenses the basics. Son daily table boring tasteless vegetables, morosely wu wear the belly, said he "stomach kui meat" wrong. Sometimes even refused to eat. I desperately in addition to get mad rush children outside, there is no alternative. Love is donned aprons hum a tune is still a pair of content appearance. 

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Chapter VIII
The Calton Hill

The east of new Edinburgh is guarded by a craggy hill, of no great elevation, which the town embraces. The old London road runs on one side of it; while the New Approach, leaving it on the other hand, completes the circuit. You mount by stairs in a cutting of the rock to find yourself in a field of monuments. Dugald Stewart has the honours of situation and architecture; Burns is memorialised lower down upon a spur; Lord Nelson, as befits a sailor, gives his name to the top-gallant of the Calton Hill. This latter erection has been differently and yet, in both cases, aptly compared to a telescope and a butter-churn; comparisons apart, it ranks among the vilest of men’s handiworks. But the chief feature is an unfinished range of columns, ‘the Modern Ruin’ as it has been called, an imposing object from far and near, and giving Edinburgh, even from the sea, that false air; of a Modern Athens which has earned for her so many slighting speeches. It was meant to be a National Monument; and its present state is a very suitable monument to certain national characteristics. The old Observatory — a quaint brown building on the edge of the steep — and the new Observatory — a classical edifice with a dome — occupy the central portion of the summit. All these are scattered on a green turf, browsed over by some sheep.

The scene suggests reflections on fame and on man’s injustice to the dead. You see Dugald Stewart rather more handsomely commemorated than Burns. Immediately below, in the Canongate churchyard, lies Robert Fergusson, Burns’s master in his art, who died insane while yet a stripling; and if Dugald Stewart has been somewhat too boisterously acclaimed, the Edinburgh poet, on the other hand, is most unrighteously forgotten. The votaries of Burns, a crew too common in all ranks in Scotland and more remarkable for number than discretion, eagerly suppress all mention of the lad who handed to him the poetic impulse and, up to the time when he grew famous, continued to influence him in his manner and the choice of subjects. Burns himself not only acknowledged his debt in a fragment of autobiography, but erected a tomb over the grave in Canongate churchyard. This was worthy of an artist, but it was done in vain; and although I think I have read nearly all the biographies of Burns, I cannot remember one in which the modesty of nature was not violated, or where Fergusson was not sacrificed to the credit of his follower’s originality. There is a kind of gaping admiration that would fain roll Shakespeare and Bacon into one, to have a bigger thing to gape at; and a class of men who cannot edit one author without disparaging all others. They are indeed mistaken if they think to please the great originals; and whoever puts Fergusson right with fame, cannot do better than dedicate his labours to the memory of Burns, who will be the best delighted of the dead.

Of all places for a view, this Calton Hill is perhaps the best; since you can see the Castle, which you lose from the Castle, and Arthur’s Seat, which you cannot see from Arthur’s Seat. It is the place to stroll on one of those days of sunshine and east wind which are so common in our more than temperate summer. The breeze comes off the sea, with a little of the freshness, and that touch of chill, peculiar to the quarter, which is delightful to certain very ruddy organizations and greatly the reverse to the majority of mankind. It brings with it a faint, floating haze, a cunning decolourizer, although not thick enough to obscure outlines near at hand. But the haze lies more thickly to windward at the far end of Musselburgh Bay; and over the Links of Aberlady and Berwick Law and the hump of the Bass Rock it assumes the aspect of a bank of thin sea fog.

Immediately underneath upon the south, you command the yards of the High School, and the towers and courts of the new Jail — a large place, castellated to the extent of folly, standing by itself on the edge of a steep cliff, and often joyfully hailed by tourists as the Castle. In the one, you may perhaps see female prisoners taking exercise like a string of nuns; in the other, schoolboys running at play and their shadows keeping step with them. From the bottom of the valley, a gigantic chimney rises almost to the level of the eye, a taller and a shapelier edifice than Nelson’s Monument. Look a little farther, and there is Holyrood Palace, with its Gothic frontal and ruined abbey, and the red sentry pacing smartly too and fro before the door like a mechanical figure in a panorama. By way of an outpost, you can single out the little peak-roofed lodge, over which Rizzio’s murderers made their escape and where Queen Mary herself, according to gossip, bathed in white wine to entertain her loveliness. Behind and overhead, lie the Queen’s Park, from Muschat’s Cairn to Dumbiedykes, St. Margaret’s Loch, and the long wall of Salisbury Crags: and thence, by knoll and rocky bulwark and precipitous slope, the eye rises to the top of Arthur’s Seat, a hill for magnitude, a mountain in virtue of its bold design. This upon your left. Upon the right, the roofs and spires of the Old Town climb one above another to where the citadel prints its broad bulk and jagged crown of bastions on the western sky. — Perhaps it is now one in the afternoon; and at the same instant of time, a ball rises to the summit of Nelson’s flagstaff close at hand, and, far away, a puff of smoke followed by a report bursts from the half-moon battery at the Castle. This is the time-gun by which people set their watches, as far as the sea coast or in hill farms upon the Pentlands. — To complete the view, the eye enfilades Princes Street, black with traffic, and has a broad look over the valley between the Old Town and the New: here, full of railway trains and stepped over by the high North Bridge upon its many columns, and there, green with trees and gardens.

On the north, the Calton Hill is neither so abrupt in itself nor has it so exceptional an outlook; and yet even here it commands a striking prospect. A gully separates it from the New Town. This is Greenside, where witches were burned and tournaments held in former days. Down that almost precipitous bank, Bothwell launched his horse, and so first, as they say, attracted the bright eyes of Mary. It is now tesselated with sheets and blankets out to dry, and the sound of people beating carpets is rarely absent. Beyond all this, the suburbs run out to Leith; Leith camps on the seaside with her forest of masts; Leith roads are full of ships at anchor; the sun picks out the white pharos upon Inchkeith Island; the Firth extends on either hand from the Ferry to the May; the towns of Fifeshire sit, each in its bank of blowing smoke, along the opposite coast; and the hills enclose the view, except to the farthest east, where the haze of the horizon rests upon the open sea. There lies the road to Norway: a dear road for Sir Patrick Spens and his Scots Lords; and yonder smoke on the hither side of Largo Law is Aberdour, from whence they sailed to seek a queen for Scotland.

‘O lang, lang, may the ladies sit, Wi’ their fans into their hand, Or ere they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the land!’

The sight of the sea, even from a city, will bring thoughts of storm and sea disaster. The sailors’ wives of Leith and the fisherwomen of Cockenzie, not sitting languorously with fans, but crowding to the tail of the harbour with a shawl about their ears, may still look vainly for brave Scotsmen who will return no more, or boats that have gone on their last fishing. Since Sir Patrick sailed from Aberdour, what a multitude have gone down in the North Sea! Yonder is Auldhame, where the London smack went ashore and wreckers cut the rings from ladies’ fingers; and a few miles round Fife Ness is the fatal Inchcape, now a star of guidance; and the lee shore to the east of the Inchcape, is that Forfarshire coast where Mucklebackit sorrowed for his son.

These are the main features of the scene roughly sketched. How they are all tilted by the inclination of the ground, how each stands out in delicate relief against the rest, what manifold detail, and play of sun and shadow, animate and accentuate the picture, is a matter for a person on the spot, and turning swiftly on his heels, to grasp and bind together in one comprehensive look. It is the character of such a prospect, to be full of change and of things moving. The multiplicity embarrasses the eye; and the mind, among so much, suffers itself to grow absorbed with single points. You remark a tree in a hedgerow, or follow a cart along a country road. You turn to the city, and see children, dwarfed by distance into pigmies, at play about suburban doorsteps; you have a glimpse upon a thoroughfare where people are densely moving; you note ridge after ridge of chimney-stacks running downhill one behind another, and church spires rising bravely from the sea of roofs. At one of the innumerable windows, you watch a figure moving; on one of the multitude of roofs, you watch clambering chimney-sweeps. The wind takes a run and scatters the smoke; bells are heard, far and near, faint and loud, to tell the hour; or perhaps a bird goes dipping evenly over the housetops, like a gull across the waves. And here you are in the meantime, on this pastoral hillside, among nibbling sheep and looked upon by monumental buildings.

Return thither on some clear, dark, moonless night, with a ring of frost in the air, and only a star or two set sparsedly in the vault of heaven; and you will find a sight as stimulating as the hoariest summit of the Alps. The solitude seems perfect; the patient astronomer, flat on his back under the Observatory dome and spying heaven’s secrets, is your only neighbour; and yet from all round you there come up the dull hum of the city, the tramp of countless people marching out of time, the rattle of carriages and the continuous keen jingle of the tramway bells. An hour or so before, the gas was turned on; lamplighters scoured the city; in every house, from kitchen to attic, the windows kindled and gleamed forth into the dusk. And so now, although the town lies blue and darkling on her hills, innumerable spots of the bright element shine far and near along the pavements and upon the high facades. Moving lights of the railway pass and repass below the stationary lights upon the bridge. Lights burn in the jail. Lights burn high up in the tall Lands and on the Castle turrets, they burn low down in Greenside or along the Park. They run out one beyond the other into the dark country. They walk in a procession down to Leith, and shine singly far along Leith Pier. Thus, the plan of the city and her suburbs is mapped out upon the ground of blackness, as when a child pricks a drawing full of pinholes and exposes it before a candle; not the darkest night of winter can conceal her high station and fanciful design; every evening in the year she proceeds to illuminate herself in honour of her own beauty; and as if to complete the scheme — or rather as if some prodigal Pharaoh were beginning to extend to the adjacent sea and country — half-way over to Fife, there is an outpost of light upon Inchkeith, and far to seaward, yet another on the May.

And while you are looking, across upon the Castle Hill, the drums and bugles begin to recall the scattered garrison; the air thrills with the sound; the bugles sing aloud; and the last rising flourish mounts and melts into the darkness like a star: a martial swan-song, fitly rounding in the labours of the day.

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THE first night at Porthgenna passed without the slightest noise or interruption of any kind. No ghost, or dream of a ghost, disturbed the soundness of Rosamond’s slumbers. She awoke in her usual spirits and her usual health, and was out in the west garden before breakfast.

The sky was cloudy, and the wind veered about capriciously to all the points of the compass. In the course of her walk Rosamond met with the gardener, and asked him what he thought about the weather. The man replied that it might rain again before noon, but that, unless he was very much mistaken, it was going to turn to heat in the course of the next four-and-twenty hours.

“Pray, did you ever hear of a room on the north side of our old house called the Myrtle Room?” inquired Rosamond. She had resolved, on rising that morning, not to lose a chance of making the all-important discovery for want of asking questions of everybody in the neighborhood and she began with the gardener accordingly.

“I never heard tell of it, ma’am,” said the man. “But it’s a likely name enough, considering how the myrtles do grow in these parts.”

“Are there any myrtles growing at the north side of the house?” asked Rosamond, struck with the idea of tracing the mysterious room by searching for it outside the building instead of inside. “I mean close to the walls,” she added, seeing the man look puzzled; “under the windows, you know?”

“I never see anything under the windows in my time but weeds and rubbish,” replied the gardener.

Just then the breakfast-bell rang. Rosamond returned to the house, determined to explore the north garden, and if she found any relic of a bed of myrtles to mark the window above it, and to have the room which that window lighted opened immediately. She confided this new scheme to her husband. He complimented her on her ingenuity, but confessed that he had no great hope of any discoveries being made out of doors, after what the gardener had said about the weeds and rubbish.

As soon as breakfast was over, Rosamond rang the bell to order the gardener to be in attendance, and to say that the keys of the north rooms would be wanted. The summons was answered by Mr. Frankland’s servant, who brought up with him the morning’s supply of letters, which the postman had just delivered. Rosamond turned them over eagerly, pounced on one with an exclamation of delight, and said to her husband — “The Long Beckley postmark! News from the vicar, at last!”

She opened the letter and ran her eye over it — then suddenly dropped it in her lap with her face all in a glow. “Lenny!” she exclaimed, “there is news here that is positively enough to turn one’s head. I declare the vicar’s letter has quite taken away my breath!”

“Read it,” said Mr. Frankland; “pray read it at once.”

Rosamond complied with the request in a very faltering, unsteady voice. Doctor Chennery began his letter by announcing that his application to Andrew Treverton had remained unanswered; but he added that it had, nevertheless, produced results which no one could possibly have anticipated. For information on the subject of those results, he referred Mr. and Mrs. Frankland to a copy subjoined of a communication marked private, which he had received from his man of business in London.

The communication contained a detailed report of an interview which had taken place between Mr. Treverton’s servant and the messenger who had called for an answer to Doctor Chennery’s letter. Shrowl, it appeared, had opened the interview by delivering his master’s message, had then produced the vicar’s torn letter and the copy of the Plan, and had announced his readiness to part with the latter for the consideration of a five-pound note. The messenger had explained that he had no power to treat for the document, and had advised Mr. Treverton’s servant to wait on Doctor Chennery’s agent. After some hesitation, Shrowl had decided to do this on pretense of going out on an errand — had seen the agent — had been questioned about how he became possessed of the copy — and, finding that there would be no chance of disposing of it unless he answered all inquiries, had related the circumstances under which the copy had been made. After hearing his statement, the agent had engaged to apply immediately for instructions to Doctor Chennery; and had written accordingly, mentioning in a postscript that he had seen the transcribed Plan, and had ascertained that it really exhibited the positions of doors, staircases, and rooms, with the names attached to them.

Resuming his own letter, Doctor Chennery proceeded to say that he must now leave it entirely to Mr. and Mrs. Frankland to decide what course they ought to adopt. He had already compromised himself a little in his own estimation, by assuming a character which really did not belong to him, when he made his application to Andrew Treverton; and he felt he could personally venture no further in the affair, either by expressing an opinion or giving any advice, now that it had assumed such a totally new aspect. He felt quite sure that his young friends would arrive at the wise and the right decision, after they had maturely considered the matter in all its bearings. In that conviction, he had instructed his man of business not to stir in the affair until he had heard from Mr. Frankland, and to be guided entirely by any directions which that gentleman might give.

“Directions!” exclaimed Rosamond, crumpling up the letter in a high state of excitement as soon as she had read to the end of it. “All the directions we have to give may be written in a minute and read in a second! What in the world does the vicar mean by talking about mature consideration? Of course,” cried Rosamond, looking, woman-like, straight on to the purpose she had in view, without wasting a thought on the means by which it was to be achieved — “Of course we give the man his five-pound note, and get the Plan by return of post!”

Mr. Frankland shook his head gravely. “Quite impossible,” he said. “If you think for a moment, my dear, you will surely see that it is out of the question to traffic with a servant for information that has been surreptitiously obtained from his master’s library.”

“Oh, dear! dear! don’t say that!” pleaded Rosamond, looking quite aghast at the view her husband took of the matter. “What harm are we doing, if we give the man his five pounds? He has only made a copy of the Plan: he has not stolen anything.”

“He has stolen information, according to my idea of it,” said Leonard.

“Well, but if he has,” persisted Rosamond, “what harm does it do to his master? In my opinion his master deserves to have the information stolen, for not having had the common politeness to send it to the vicar. We must have the Plan — Oh, Lenny, don’t shake your head, please! — we must have it, you know we must! What is the use of being scrupulous with an old wretch (I must call him so, though he is my uncle) who won’t conform to the commonest usages of society? You can’t deal with him — and I am sure the vicar would say so, if he was here — as you would with civilized people, or people in their senses, which everybody says he is not. What use is the Plan of the north rooms to him? And, besides, if it is of any use, he has got the original; so his information is not stolen, after all, because he has got it the whole time — has he not, dear?”

“Rosamond! Rosamond!” said Leonard, smiling at his wife’s transparent sophistries, “you are trying to reason like a Jesuit.”

“I don’t care who I reason like, love, as long as I get the Plan.”

Mr. Frankland still shook his head. Finding her arguments of no avail, Rosamond wisely resorted to the immemorial weapon of her sex — Persuasion; using it at such close quarters and to such good purposes that she finally won her husband’s reluctant consent to a species of compromise, which granted her leave to give directions for purchasing the copied Plan on one condition.

This condition was that they should send back the Plan to Mr. Treverton as soon as it had served their purpose; making a full acknowledgment to him of the manner in which it had been obtained, and pleading in justification of the proceeding his own want of courtesy in withholding information, of no consequence in itself which anyone else in his place would have communicated as a matter of course. Rosamond tried hard to obtain the withdrawal or modification of this condition; but her husband’s sensitive pride was not to be touched, on that point, with impunity, even by her light hand. “I have done too much violence already to my own convictions,” he said, “and I will now do no more. If we are to degrade ourselves by dealing with this servant, let us at least prevent him from claiming us as his accomplices. Write in my name, Rosamond, to Doctor Chennery’s man of business, and say that we are willing to purchase the transcribed Plan on the condition that I have stated — which condition he will of course place before the servant in the plainest possible terms.”

“And suppose the servant refuses to risk losing his place, which he must do if he accepts your condition?” said Rosamond, going rather reluctantly to the writing-table.

“Let us not worry ourselves, my dear, by supposing anything. Let us wait and hear what happens, and act accordingly. When you are ready to write, tell me, and I will dictate your letter on this occasion. I wish to make the vicar’s man of business understand that we act as we do, knowing, in the first place, that Mr. Andrew Treverton can not be dealt with according to the established usages of society; and knowing, in the second place, that the information which his servant offers to us is contained in an extract from a printed book, and is in no way, directly or indirectly, connected with Mr. Treverton’s private affairs. Now that you have made me consent to this compromise, Rosamond, I must justify it as completely as possible to others as well as to myself.”

Seeing that his resolution was firmly settled, Rosamond had tact enough to abstain from saying anything more. The letter was written exactly as Leonard dictated it. When it had been placed in the post-bag, and when the other letters of the morning had been read and answered, Mr. Frankland reminded his wife of the intention she had expressed at breakfast-time of visiting the north garden, and requested that she would take him there with her. He candidly acknowledged that, since he had been made acquainted with Doctor Chennery’s letter, he would give five times the sum demanded by Shrowl for the copy of the Plan if the Myrtle Room could be discovered, without assistance from anyone, before the letter to the vicar’s man of business was put into the post. Nothing would give him so much pleasure, he said, as to be able to throw it into the fire, and to send a plain refusal to treat for the Plan in its place.

They went into the north garden, and there Rosamond’s own eyes convinced her that she had not the slightest chance of discovering any vestige of a myrtle-bed near any one of the windows. From the garden they returned to the house, and had the door opened that led into the north hall.

They were shown the place on the pavement where the keys had been found, and the place at the top of the first flight of stairs where Mrs. Jazeph had been discovered when the alarm was given. At Mr. Frankland’s suggestion, the door of the room which immediately fronted this spot was opened. It presented a dreary spectacle of dust and dirt and dimness. Some old pictures were piled against one of the walls, some tattered chairs were heaped together in the middle of the floor, some broken china lay on the mantel-piece, and a rotten cabinet, cracked through from top to bottom, stood in one corner. These few relics of the furnishing and fitting-up the room were all carefully examined, but nothing of the smallest importance — nothing tending in the most remote degree to clear up the mystery of the Myrtle Room was discovered.

“Shall we have the other doors opened?” inquired Rosamond when they came out on the landing again.

“I think it will be useless,” replied her husband. “Our only hope of finding out the mystery of the Myrtle Room if it is as deeply hidden from us as I believe it to be — is by searching for it in that room, and no other. The search, to be effectual, must extend, if we find it necessary, to the pulling up of the floor and wainscots — perhaps even to the dismantling of the walls. We may do that with one room when we know where it is, but we cannot, by any process short of pulling the whole side of the house down, do it with the sixteen rooms, through which our present ignorance condemns us to wander without guide or clue. It is hopeless enough to be looking for we know not what; but let us discover, if we can, where the four walls are within which that unpromising search must begin and end. Surely the floor of the landing must be dusty? Are there no foot-marks on it, after Mrs. Jazeph’s visit, that might lead us to the right door?”

This suggestion led to a search for footsteps on the dusty floor of the landing, but nothing of the sort could be found.

Matting had been laid down over the floor at some former period, and the surface, torn, ragged, and rotten with age, was too uneven in every part to allow the dust to lie smoothly on it. Here and there, where there was a hole through to the boards of the landing, Mr. Frankland’s servant thought he detected marks in the dust which might have been produced by the toe or the heel of a shoe; but these faint and doubtful indications lay yards and yards apart from each other, and to draw any conclusion of the slightest importance from them was simply and plainly impossible. After spending more than an hour in examining the north side of the house, Rosamond was obliged to confess that the servants were right when they predicted, on first opening the door in the hall, that she would discover nothing.

“The letter must go, Lenny,” she said, when they returned the breakfast-room.

“There is no help for it,” answered her husband. “Send away the post-bag, and let us say no more about it.”

The letter was dispatched by that day’s post. In the remote position of Porthgenna, and in the unfinished state of the railroad at that time, two days would elapse before an answer from London could be reasonably hoped for. Feeling that it would be better for Rosamond if this period of suspense was passed out of the house, Mr. Frankland proposed to fill up the time by a little excursion along the coast to some places famous for their scenery, which would be likely to interest his wife, and which she might occupy herself pleasantly in describing on the spot for the benefit of her husband. This suggestion was immediately acted on. The young couple left Porthgenna, and only returned on the evening of the second day.

On the morning of the third day the longed-for letter from the vicar’s man of business lay on the table when Leonard and Rosamond entered the breakfast-room. Shrowl had decided to accept Mr. Frankland’s condition — first, because he held that any man must be out of his senses who refused a five-pound note when it was offered to him; secondly, because he believed that his master was too absolutely dependent on him to turn him away for any cause whatever; thirdly, because, if Mr. Treverton did part with him, he was not sufficiently attached to his place to care at all about losing it. Accordingly the bargain had been struck in five minutes — and there was the copy of the Plan, inclosed with the letter of explanation to attest the fact!

Rosamond spread the all-important document out on the table with trembling hands, looked it over eagerly for a few moments, and laid her finger on the square that represented the position of the Myrtle Room.

“Here it is!” she cried. “Oh, Lenny, how my heart beats! One, two, three, four — the fourth door on the first-floor landing is the door of the Myrtle Room!”

She would have called at once for the keys of the north rooms; but her husband insisted on her waiting until she had composed herself a little, and until she had taken some breakfast. In spite of all he could say, the meal was hurried over so rapidly that in ten minutes more his wife’s arm was in his, and she was leading him to the staircase.

The gardener’s prognostication about the weather had been verified: it had turned to heat — heavy, misty, vaporous, dull heat. One white quivering fog-cloud spread thinly over all the heaven, rolled down seaward on the horizon line, and dulled the sharp edges of the distant moorland view. The sunlight shone pale and trembling; the lightest, highest leaves of flowers at open windows were still; the domestic animals lay about sleepily in dark corners. Chance household noises sounded heavy and loud in the languid, airless stillness which the heat seemed to hold over the earth. Down in the servants’ hall, the usual bustle of morning work was suspended. When Rosamond looked in, on her way to the housekeeper’s room to get the keys, the women were fanning themselves, and the men were sitting with their coats off. They were all talking peevishly about the heat, and all agreeing that such a day as that, in the month of June, they had never known and never heard of before.

Rosamond took the keys, declined the housekeeper’s offer to accompany her, and leading her husband along the passages, unlocked the door of the north hall.

“How unnaturally cool it is here!” she said, as they entered the deserted place.

At the foot of the stairs she stopped, and took a firmer hold of her husband’s arm.

“Is anything the matter?” asked Leonard. “Is the change to the damp coolness of this place affecting you in anyway?”

“No, no,” she answered hastily. “I am far too excited to feel either heat or damp, as I might feel them at other times. But, Lenny, supposing your guess about Mrs. Jazeph is right? — ”

“Yes?”

“And, supposing we discover the secret of the Myrtle Room, might it not turn out to be something concerning my father or my mother which we ought not to know? I thought of that when Mrs. Pentreath offered to accompany us, and it determined me to come here alone with you.”

“It is just as likely that the Secret might be something we ought to know,” replied Mr. Frankland, after a moment’s thought. “In any case, my idea about Mrs. Jazeph is, after all, only a guess in the dark. However, Rosamond, if you feel any hesitation — ”

“No! come what may of it, Lenny, we can’t go back now. Give me your hand again. We have traced the mystery thus far together, and together we will find it out.”

She ascended the staircase, leading him after her, as she spoke. On the landing she looked again at the Plan, and satisfied herself that the first impression she had derived from it, of the position of the Myrtle Room, was correct. She counted the doors on to the fourth, and looked out from the bunch the key numbered “IV.,” and put it in the lock.

Before she turned it she paused, and looked round at her husband.

He was standing by her side, with his patient face turned expectantly toward the door. She put her right hand on the key, turned it slowly in the lock, drew him closer to her with her left hand, and paused again.

“I don’t know what has come to me,” she whispered faintly. “I feel as if I was afraid to push open the door.”

“Your hand is cold, Rosamond. Wait a little — lock the door again — put it off till another day.”

He felt his wife’s fingers close tighter and tighter on his hand while he said those words. Then there was an instant — one memorable, breathless instant, never to be forgotten afterward — of utter silence. Then he heard the sharp, cracking sound of the opening door, and felt himself drawn forward suddenly into a changed atmosphere, and knew that Rosamond and he were in the Myrtle Room.

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