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In "Trevethlan: (Vol 2 of 3) A Cornish Story" by William Davy Watson, readers are taken on a captivating journey through the rugged landscape of Cornwall. The author's vivid descriptions bring the setting to life, making it feel like a character in its own right.

The characters in the novel are well-developed and engaging, each with their own complexities and motivations. As the story unfolds, secrets are revealed, relationships are tested, and loyalties are questioned. The plot moves at a steady pace, keeping readers on the edge of their seats as they eagerly turn the pages to uncover the next twist or turn.

One of the standout aspects of the book is the author's attention to historical detail. Watson seamlessly weaves in elements of Cornish history and folklore, adding depth and richness to the story. This historical context adds an extra layer of authenticity to the narrative, making it feel grounded and immersive.

Overall, "Trevethlan: (Vol 2 of 3) A Cornish Story" is a compelling and engaging read that will appeal to fans of historical fiction and those interested in the beauty and mystery of Cornwall. William Davy Watson has crafted a captivating tale that will linger in the minds of readers long after they have finished the final page.

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TREVETHLAN:

A Cornish Story.

BY WILLIAM DAVY WATSON, ESQ.

BARRISTER AT LAW.

IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. II.

LONDON: SMITH, ELDER AND CO., 65, CORNHILL. 1848.

London: Printed by STEWART and MURRAY, Old Bailey.

TREVETHLAN.

CHAPTER I.

Pur' è soave cosa, a chi del tutto Non è privo di senso, il patrio nido: Che diè Natura al nascimento umano, Verso il caro paese, ov' altri è nato, Un non so che di non inteso affetto, Che sempre vive, è non invecchia mai.

Guarini.

Once more we stand on the shore of Mount's Bay. Far behind we have left the whirl and tumult of the metropolis, and we hear only the hoarse roar of the surges, driven by the last winds of January to beat against the granite at our feet. When last we looked over the same waters, the yellow leaves were falling from the trees, and the little waves rippled musically upon the rock, while the voice of mourning was heard in our halls. Yet if the year was declining, there was beauty in the decay; if the season was sad, there was hope amidst the sorrow. We return to find the fields desolate, and the sea tempestuous, and our house still forlorn... Continue reading book >>


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