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Late that afternoon Rufus Myrthe took his way through the one principal street of the little town, and, turning abruptly to the right, found a newly-made road sloping gradually towards that old building to which he carried an introduction.
A large iron gateway, flanked by massive stone pillars, led into the grounds. They were well wooded, and laid out with shrubberies and flower beds, headed by a tennis lawn, and branching here and there into winding paths, commanding a view of the quaint old town and the circling line of purple-clad hills.