Lost Roses of Ganymede House [antikvár]

CRoptc/l/ 1"There, Miss, that be Ganymede House in the distance." The driver pointed a bony finger beyond the turn of the road. "Ye can scarcely see the manor from herethere's a bit of mist this morningbut wait a while and you'll see it clear for yourself. Some say the estate is the most beautiful in the whole of Yorkshire."The carriage turned from the country road onto a private lane lined on both sides by tall stately elms. Once we passed onto the narrow dirt road and were within the confines of the low stone walls that faced the public thoroughfare, I felt chilled; the mist seemed not yet to have dissipated here, as it had across the distance we had just travelled, where the sun had already warmed the cool grounds. The contrast between where I had already been and where I was going now was virtually the same as clear and clouded, or as light and darkness. I shivered in the unexpected coolness and the driver, seeing me draw my cloak around me, tried to make me feel comfortable."The sun just takes a bit longer to get here," he said, "but it's something you'll be grateful for when we're in