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    of its reality. They had no neighbours and
    their few stray kinfolk lived at remote distances and were not given to
    visits or communications. There had been vague rumours of far away wars
    in the years past, but they had assumed no more reality than legends.
    This war was a shadow too and after Jock came home one night and
    mentioned it as he might have mentioned the death of a cow or the buying
    of a moor pony the subject was forgotten by both.

    "His lordship" it was who reminded them of it. He even bestowed upon the
    rumour a certain reality. He appeared at the stout little old castle one
    day without having sent them warning, which was unusual. He came to give
    some detailed orders and to instruct them in the matter of changes. He
    had shown forethought in bringing with him a selection of illustrated
    newspapers. This saved time and trouble in the matter of making the
    situation clear. The knowledge which conveyed itself to Maggy and Jock
    produced the effect of making them even more silent than usual if such a
    condition were possible. They stared fixedly and listened with respect
    but beyond a rare "Hech!" they had no opinion to express. It became
    plain that the war was more than a mere rumour-- The lads who had been
    blown to bits or bayoneted! The widows and orphans that were left! Some
    of the youngest of the lads had lost their senses and married young
    things only to go off to the ill place folk called "The Front" and leave
    them widows in a few days' or weeks' time. There were hundreds of bits
    of girls left lonely waiting for their bairns to come into the
    world--Some with scarce a penny unless friends took care of them. There
    was a bit widow in her teens who was a distant kinswoman of his
    lordship's, and her poor lad was among those who were killed. He had
    been a fine lad and he would never see his bairn. The poor young widow
    had been ill with grief and the doctors said she must be hidden away in
    some quiet place where she would never hear of battles or see a
    newspaper. She must be kept in peace and taken great care of if she was
    to gain strength to live through her time. She had no family to watch
    over her and his lordship and an old lady who was fond of her had taken
    her trouble in hand. The well-trained woman who had nursed her as a

    child would bring her to Darreuch Castle and there would stay.

    His lordship had been plainly much interested in the long time past when
    he had put the place in order for his own convenience. Now he seemed
    even more interested and more serious. He went from room to room with a
    grave face and looked things over carefully. He had provided himself
    with comforts and even luxuries before his first coming and they had
    been of the solid baronial kind which does
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