STRANGERS AND PILGRIMS Book the Third. CHAPTER V. 'I strive to number o'er what days Which all that life or earth displays There rose no day, there roll'd no hour And not a trapping deck'd my power THEY were at Slogh-na-Dyack, in Argyleshire, where, at the foot of a heather-clothed mountain that ran up almost perpendicularly to meet the skies, Lord Paulyn had bought for himself a palatial abode, in that Norman - Gothic style which pervades the mansions of the North-a massive pile of building flanked by sugar-loaf towers, with one tall turret dominating the rest, as a look-out for the VOL. III. B |