Armorel of Lyonesse, a Romance of To-Day (Classic Reprint)

It was the evening of a fine September day. Through the square window, built out so as to form anotlier room almost as large as that which had been thus enlarged, the autumn sun, now fast declining to the west, poured in warm and strong ;but not too warm or too strong for the girl on whose head it fell as she sat leaning back in the low chair, her face turned towards the window. The sun of Scilly is never too fierce or too burning in summer, nor in winter does it ever lose its force ;in July, when the people of the adjacent islands of Great Britain and I reland venture not forth into the glare of the sun, here the soft sea mists and the strong sea air temper the heat; and in December the sun still shines with a lingering warmth, as if he loved the place. This girl lived in the sunshine all the year round ;rowed in it ;lay in it ;basked in it bare-headed, summer and winter ;in the winter she would sit sheltered from the wind in some warm corner of the rocks ;in summer she would lie on the hillside or stand upon the high headlands and the sea-beat crags, while the breezes, which in the Land of Lyonesse do never cease, played with her long tresses and kept her soft cheek cool. The window was wide open on all three sides ;the girl had been doing some kind of work, but it had dropped from her hands, and now lay unregarded on the floor ;she was gazing upon the scene before her, but with the accustomed eyes which looked out upon it every day. A girl who has such a picture continually before her all day long never tires of it, though she may not be always consciously considering it and praising it. The stranger, for his part, cannot choose but cry aloud for admiration ;but the native, who knows it as no stranger can, is silent. The house, half way up the low hill, looked out upon the south to be exact, its aspect was S.W. by S. so that from this window the girl saw
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