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The curate had not been a week in the parish, but the autumn morning proving fine he thought he would make a little watercolour sketch, showing a distant view of the Corvsgate ruin two miles off, which he had passed on his way hither. The sketch occupied him a longer time than he had anticipated. The luncheon hour drew on, and he felt hungry.
Quite near him was a stone-built old cottage of respectable and substantial build. He entered it, and was received by an old woman.