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The aged chieftain of the clan Heronspey sat in the great wide barracks which formed the library of his ancestral home almost on the Scottish border. It was a majestic room, lined throughout with one of the finest libraries in the world, and from the big stone mullioned windows was a magnificent view of the great deer park beyond, and, past that, a glimpse of the sea. It was some days since his visit to Sandown Park, where he had encountered his next-of-kin, and now he was back again on his native heath, where he would remain, like the recluse that he was, until the next occasion on which a horse of his appeared in public.
Not that he took the slightest interest in sport for its own sake, but because he maintained the traditions of his race, and those traditions embraced the keeping up of a blood stock stud which an ancestor had founded two hundred years ago.