John Kirkwood Leys

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John Kirkwood Leys The Lindsays, Volume 1 (of 3) (1888)

Laura shook her head, but smiled at the same time.
‘You must give me an answer,’ said Alec, rising to his feet. He was dreadfully in earnest.
‘And I say that at your age and mine it is ridiculous to talk of such things.’
‘Nonsense! We are not too young to love each other. Can you love me, Laura? What you have said is no answer at all.’
‘I’m afraid it’s the only answer I can give you,’ said Laura, with a saucy smile, rising in her turn, and gliding past her companion. ‘Don’t be absurd; and don’t be unkind or disagreeable when we meet again, after we come back from our tour.
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John Kirkwood Leys The Lindsays, Volume 1 (of 3) (1888)

Blake,’ he began, ‘what do you think I ought to be?’
‘How can I tell, Alec?’ I answered; ‘what would you like to be?’
‘That’s just what I don’t know,’ said the lad gloomily. ‘I don’t know what I am fit for, or whether I am fit for anything. How can I tell, before I have seen anything of the world, what part I should try to play in it?’
‘You have no strong taste in any direction?’
‘No; I can’t say that I have. I like the country, but I am sick of the loneliness of my life here. I long to be out in the world, to be up and doing something, I hardly know what. You see, I know so little.
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John Kirkwood Leys The Lindsays, Volume 1 (of 3) (1888)

Imagine one great stretch of pasture barely reclaimed from moorland, with the heather and stony ground cropping up every here and there, divided into fields, not by generous spreading hedgerows, but by low walls of blue stone, built without mortar. The only wood to be seen was narrow belts of firs, planted here and there behind a farmhouse, or between two fields, and somehow their long bare stems and heavy mournful foliage did not add to the brightness of the scene, though they gave it a character of its own. But the country is not all moor and pasture.
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