This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ... new beginning; and so on ad infinitum till the deed is done. With all these progressive sounds were mingled the sharp, shrill, loud voice and Gaelic accents of the chef de cuisine, with an occasional clash or clang, at least equal to the fall of the armor in the Castle of Otranto. Then there issued forth with resistless might a smell which defied all human control, and to which doors and windows were but feeble barriers or outlets; till like the smoke in the Arabian Nights, which resolved itself into a genie, it seemed as if about to quit its aerial form and assume a living and tangible substance. Lucy would fain have drawn back as she crossed the threshold, and quitting the pure precincts of sunshine and fresh air, found herself in the power of this unseen monster, --this compound of fish, fat, peats, burnt grease, kail, leeks, and onions, reveling, too, amid such scenes and beneath such a sky "You see I have brought my sketch-book, Mr. MDow," said she; "so I must make the most of my time, and be busy out of doors.... A noted sketcher, as papa calls me, minds neither heat nor cold, and I shall easily find either a shady spot or a cool breeze." "Well, then, since you will go out, trust yourself to me, and Ill take you where youll find both, and the most beautiful prospect into the bargain." At that moment the door opened, and a thick yellow man, with no particular features, dressed in a short coat, tartan trews, and a very large ill-colored neckcloth, entered the room and was introduced by the minister as his cousin and brotherin-law, Mr. Dugald MDow, from Glasgow, then on a visit at the manse. "Were just going to take a turn in the garden, Mr. Dugald," said his host: "will you get your...