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It was a wet, cheerless day in the end of March. The rain fell without ceasing, and the air was bitterly cold. There was not a sign of spring in field or hedgerow; and here and there, in the furrows and in sheltered spots where the wind could not penetrate, the snow still lingered.
Alec Lindsay was seated in the battered old coach, being conveyed to the Castle Farm. He had determined to see if his native air would restore him to health. For he could no longer persuade himself that there was little or nothing the matter with him. He felt weaker every day. The preparations for leaving London and the long journey had tired him excessively; and now his one desire was for rest.