For almost an hour they had been tasting the salt on the air and knowing a freshness that had been sadly lacking on the first part of their journey.
Now even the horses went a little quicker as if they were aware that they had reached their objective and a comfortable stable was waiting for them.
As they drove down the drive, the house stood in front of them, built of red brick mellowed by the weather to a warm glowing pink and Anthony commented,
“I had forgotten that Heathcliffe is so beautiful. You should come here more often.”
“That is exactly what I was thinking myself,” the Marquis answered. “I cannot imagine why I have neglected it for so long.”
“There is something very romantic about it,” Anthony said reflectively. “Look at the flowers – they are breathtaking!”
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