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A
square
balustraded
gallery
ran
round
the
top
of
the
old
hall
,
approached
by
a
double
stair
.
From
this
central
point
two
long
corridors
extended
the
whole
length
of
the
building
,
from
which
all
the
bedrooms
opened
.
My
own
was
in
the
same
wing
as
Baskerville
's
and
almost
next
door
to
it
.
These
rooms
appeared
to
be
much
more
modern
than
the
central
part
of
the
house
,
and
the
bright
paper
and
numerous
candles
did
something
to
remove
the
sombre
impression
which
our
arrival
had
left
upon
my
mind
.
But
the
dining-room
which
opened
out
of
the
hall
was
a
place
of
shadow
and
gloom
.
It
was
a
long
chamber
with
a
step
separating
the
dais
where
the
family
sat
from
the
lower
portion
reserved
for
their
dependents
.
At
one
end
a
minstrel
's
gallery
overlooked
it
.
Black
beams
shot
across
above
our
heads
,
with
a
smoke-darkened
ceiling
beyond
them
.
With
rows
of
flaring
torches
to
light
it
up
,
and
the
colour
and
rude
hilarity
of
an
old-time
banquet
,
it
might
have
softened
;
but
now
,
when
two
black-clothed
gentlemen
sat
in
the
little
circle
of
light
thrown
by
a
shaded
lamp
,
one
's
voice
became
hushed
and
one
's
spirit
subdued
.
A
dim
line
of
ancestors
,
in
every
variety
of
dress
,
from
the
Elizabethan
knight
to
the
buck
of
the
Regency
,
stared
down
upon
us
and
daunted
us
by
their
silent
company
.
We
talked
little
,
and
I
for
one
was
glad
when
the
meal
was
over
and
we
were
able
to
retire
into
the
modern
billiard-room
and
smoke
a
cigarette
.
"
My
word
,
it
is
n't
a
very
cheerful
place
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
.
"
I
suppose
one
can
tone
down
to
it
,
but
I
feel
a
bit
out
of
the
picture
at
present
.
I
do
n't
wonder
that
my
uncle
got
a
little
jumpy
if
he
lived
all
alone
in
such
a
house
as
this
.
However
,
if
it
suits
you
,
we
will
retire
early
to-night
,
and
perhaps
things
may
seem
more
cheerful
in
the
morning
.
"
I
drew
aside
my
curtains
before
I
went
to
bed
and
looked
out
from
my
window
.
It
opened
upon
the
grassy
space
which
lay
in
front
of
the
hall
door
.
Beyond
,
two
copses
of
trees
moaned
and
swung
in
a
rising
wind
.
A
half
moon
broke
through
the
rifts
of
racing
clouds
.
In
its
cold
light
I
saw
beyond
the
trees
a
broken
fringe
of
rocks
,
and
the
long
,
low
curve
of
the
melancholy
moor
.
I
closed
the
curtain
,
feeling
that
my
last
impression
was
in
keeping
with
the
rest
.
And
yet
it
was
not
quite
the
last
.
I
found
myself
weary
and
yet
wakeful
,
tossing
restlessly
from
side
to
side
,
seeking
for
the
sleep
which
would
not
come
.
Far
away
a
chiming
clock
struck
out
the
quarters
of
the
hours
,
but
otherwise
a
deathly
silence
lay
upon
the
old
house
.
And
then
suddenly
,
in
the
very
dead
of
the
night
,
there
came
a
sound
to
my
ears
,
clear
,
resonant
,
and
unmistakable
.
It
was
the
sob
of
a
woman
,
the
muffled
,
strangling
gasp
of
one
who
is
torn
by
an
uncontrollable
sorrow
.
I
sat
up
in
bed
and
listened
intently
.
The
noise
could
not
have
been
far
away
and
was
certainly
in
the
house
.
For
half
an
hour
I
waited
with
every
nerve
on
the
alert
,
but
there
came
no
other
sound
save
the
chiming
clock
and
the
rustle
of
the
ivy
on
the
wall
.
The
fresh
beauty
of
the
following
morning
did
something
to
efface
from
our
minds
the
grim
and
gray
impression
which
had
been
left
upon
both
of
us
by
our
first
experience
of
Baskerville
Hall
.
As
Sir
Henry
and
I
sat
at
breakfast
the
sunlight
flooded
in
through
the
high
mullioned
windows
,
throwing
watery
patches
of
colour
from
the
coats
of
arms
which
covered
them
.
The
dark
panelling
glowed
like
bronze
in
the
golden
rays
,
and
it
was
hard
to
realize
that
this
was
indeed
the
chamber
which
had
struck
such
a
gloom
into
our
souls
upon
the
evening
before
.
"
I
guess
it
is
ourselves
and
not
the
house
that
we
have
to
blame
!
"
said
the
baronet
.
"
We
were
tired
with
our
journey
and
chilled
by
our
drive
,
so
we
took
a
gray
view
of
the
place
.
Now
we
are
fresh
and
well
,
so
it
is
all
cheerful
once
more
.
"
"
And
yet
it
was
not
entirely
a
question
of
imagination
,
"
I
answered
.
"
Did
you
,
for
example
,
happen
to
hear
someone
,
a
woman
I
think
,
sobbing
in
the
night
?
"
"
That
is
curious
,
for
I
did
when
I
was
half
asleep
fancy
that
I
heard
something
of
the
sort
.
I
waited
quite
a
time
,
but
there
was
no
more
of
it
,
so
I
concluded
that
it
was
all
a
dream
.
"
