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The whole of this district was amazing, marked with a character of almost religious grandeur and sinister desolation.
In the centre of a quiet ring of bare hills, where nothing grew but whins and a rare, freakish oak twisted by the wind, there lay a vast wild tarn, in whose black and stagnant waters shivered thousands of reeds.