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The way was long. Lay of the Last Minstrel. Little Leonore pressed her face against the window of the railway carriage and tried hard to see out. But it was no use. It all looked so dark and black, all the darker and blacker for the glimmer of the rain-drops trickling down thickly outside, and reflecting the feeble light of the lamp in the roof of the compartment. Leonore sighed deeply. She was very tired, more tired than she knew, for she did not feel sleepy, or as if she would give anything to be undressed and go to bed. On the contrary, she wished with all her heart that it was daylight,…mehr

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The way was long. Lay of the Last Minstrel. Little Leonore pressed her face against the window of the railway carriage and tried hard to see out. But it was no use. It all looked so dark and black, all the darker and blacker for the glimmer of the rain-drops trickling down thickly outside, and reflecting the feeble light of the lamp in the roof of the compartment. Leonore sighed deeply. She was very tired, more tired than she knew, for she did not feel sleepy, or as if she would give anything to be undressed and go to bed. On the contrary, she wished with all her heart that it was daylight, and that it would leave off raining, and that she could get out of the stuffy old railway train, and go for a good run. It had been raining for so long, and they had been such a lot of hours shut in and bum-bumming along in this dreary wayit even seemed to her now and then as if she had always been sitting in her corner like this, and that it had always been night and always raining outside. 'I don't believe I'm going to be happy at all at Alten,' she said to herself. 'I'm sure it's going to be horrid. It's always the way if people tell you anything's going to be lovely and nice, it's sure to be dull, andjust horrid.'

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Mary Louisa Molesworth, née Stewart (29 May 1839 - 20 January 1921) was an English children's story writer who published under the pen name Mrs Molesworth. Her early adult novels, Lover and Husband (1869) to Cicely (1874), were published under the pen name Ennis Graham. Her name is sometimes spelled M. L. S. Molesworth. She was born in Rotterdam, the daughter of wealthy trader Charles Augustus Stewart (1809-1873) and his wife Agnes Janet Wilson (1810-1883). Mary was the youngest of four siblings. She was schooled in the United Kingdom and Switzerland, and spent much of her childhood in Manchester. She married Major R. Molesworth, nephew of Viscount Molesworth, in 1861; they divorced in 1879. She spent the first few years of her marriage in Tabley Grange, near Knutsford in Cheshire, which she rented from George, 2nd Lord de Tabley. Mrs. Molesworth is best known for her children's stories, including Tell Me a Story (1875), Carrots (1876), The Cuckoo Clock (1877), The Tapestry Room (1879), and A Christmas Child (1880). She's been dubbed "the Jane Austen of the nursery," and The Carved Lions (1895) is considered "her masterpiece." According to Roger Lancelyn Green.