A Fortune Hunter Or The Old - J.D Carteret

"[...]middle life, of grave and dignified appearance; the lines of care, on his still handsome face, were deepened as if by grief as he seated himself by a tree, away from the glare of the light. As he sat thus—lost in reverie—Maud came softly by, and, passing her hand over his hair in a caressing way, said:— "What a lovely country this is! I am charmed with it already." "Yes, Maud, my daughter, it is a fertile and picturesque region; but it will be hard to inure myself to living[...]"