– Sir Walter Scott The long twilight, or gloaming, of a Highland summer’s night when it never really gets dark surrounded Hamish as he sat down on a smooth rock by the pool. Everything was utterly silent, except for the rushing of the waterfall. He realized he had to have this time to be really alone. He liked Dick, but Hamish was used to his own company. Of course, Elspeth would point out acidly that he was married to his cat and dog. What on earth did he see in Mary Leinster? Perhaps it was because these days one did not come across such sheer femininity. Clothes, hair, perfume, and blue eyes, all supplied in an alluring package. Quite suddenly he fell into a dreamless sleep, deep and black as velvet. He awoke with a start with the early sun in his eyes and took a deep breath of clean air. The glen looked enchanting and enchanted. A thin veil of mist was rising above the pool, and little rainbows were dancing in the waterfall.
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