And as if things weren't awkward enough, the next day was wet, with a real Blackwaterfoot special which blotted out the whole valley with its steady grey downpour. The domestic arrangements of the cottage being in the hands of Sara at the moment, the girls had been forced over to the Renasay drawing-room for warmth, where a huge fire glowed pleasantly and sent its peaty smell round the room.
From HIGHLAND HOLIDAY, Chapter 7, Sara's Familiar Spirit.
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