ppropriated to tments ime to time been removed  ligering by t seads of a s in oak or , looking, range carvings of palm brancypes of tools still more antiquated, on  apparent traces of  by fingers t for tions . All to torey of t of a : a sness of treats in t I by no means coveted a nig in, some of t old Englised raying effigies of strange floranger birds, and strangest range, indeed, by t.

    “Do ts sleep in these rooms?” I asked.

    “No; tments to t say t, if t at ts .”

    “So I t, then?”

    “None t I ever urned Mrs. Fairfax, smiling.

    “Nor any traditions of one? no legends or g stories?”

    “I believe not. And yet it is said ters  t race in time: per is t tranquilly in their graves now.”

    “Yes—‘after life’s fitful fever ttered. “here are you going now, Mrs. Fairfax?” for she was moving away.

    “On to till, up a very narroaircase to ttics, and trap-door to to ts. Leaning over ttlements and looking far do like a map: t and velvet lated s ancient timber; trees  tes, tranquil umn day’s sun; tious sky, azure, marbled e. No feature in traordinary, but all  and repassed trap-door, I could scarcely see my tic seemed black as a vault compared  arco  sunlit scene of grove, pasture, and green re, and over w.

    Mrs. Fairfax stayed be to fasten trap-door; I, by drift of groping, found tlet from ttic, and proceeded to descend t staircase. I lingered in to  and back rooms of torey: narrotle  ts tle.

    ly on, t sound I expected to ill a region,