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Branksome might have appeared a poor dwelling-place when compared with / the house of an English squire, but to us, after our long residence in / stuffy apartments, it was of regal magnificence.
The building was broad-spread and low, with red-tiled roof, / diamond-paned windows, and a profusion of dwelling rooms with / smoke-blackened ceilings and oaken wainscots. In front was a small lawn, / girt round with a thin fringe of haggard and ill grown beeches, all / gnarled and withered from the effects of the sea-spray. Behind lay the / scattered hamlet of Branksome-Bere -- a dozen cottages at most -- inhabited / by rude fisher-folk who looked upon the laird as their natural / protector.