Then came
her visit to Dykelands, where everything went on smoothly, and there
was little temptation to give way to ill-humour, so that she had
almost forgotten her reflections on the subject, till the present
moment, when she seemed suddenly to wake and find herself in the
midst of one of her old sullen moods. She struggled hard against it,
and as acknowledging ill temper is one great step towards conquering
it, she soon recovered sufficiently to admire the deep pink fruit of
the skewer-wood, and the waxen looking red and yellow berries of the
wild guelder rose, when suddenly the rear of the darkness dim which
over-shadowed her spirits was scattered by the lively din of a long
loud whistle from Rupert, who was concealed from her by some trees,
a little in advance of her. She hastened forwards, and found him and
all the others just emerged from the wood, and standing on an open
bare common where neither castle nor cottage was to be seen, nothing
but a carpet of purple heath, dwarf furze, and short soft grass upon
which a few cows, a colt, and a donkey, were browsing.
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