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In
some
old
time
—
for
even
change
was
old
in
that
old
place
—
a
wooden
partition
had
been
constructed
in
one
part
of
the
chamber
to
form
a
sleeping
-
closet
,
into
which
the
light
was
admitted
at
the
same
period
by
a
rude
window
,
or
rather
niche
,
cut
in
the
solid
wall
.
This
screen
,
together
with
two
seats
in
the
broad
chimney
,
had
at
some
forgotten
date
been
part
of
the
church
or
convent
;
for
the
oak
,
hastily
appropriated
to
its
present
purpose
,
had
been
little
altered
from
its
former
shape
,
and
presented
to
the
eye
a
pile
of
fragments
of
rich
carving
from
old
monkish
stalls
.
An
open
door
leading
to
a
small
room
or
cell
,
dim
with
the
light
that
came
through
leaves
of
ivy
,
completed
the
interior
of
this
portion
of
the
ruin
.
It
was
not
quite
destitute
of
furniture
.
A
few
strange
chairs
,
whose
arms
and
legs
looked
as
though
they
had
dwindled
away
with
age
;
a
table
,
the
very
spectre
of
its
race
:
a
great
old
chest
that
had
once
held
records
in
the
church
,
with
other
quaintly
-
fashioned
domestic
necessaries
,
and
store
of
fire
-
wood
for
the
winter
,
were
scattered
around
,
and
gave
evident
tokens
of
its
occupation
as
a
dwelling
-
place
at
no
very
distant
time
.
The
child
looked
around
her
,
with
that
solemn
feeling
with
which
we
contemplate
the
work
of
ages
that
have
become
but
drops
of
water
in
the
great
ocean
of
eternity
.
The
old
man
had
followed
them
,
but
they
were
all
three
hushed
for
a
space
,
and
drew
their
breath
softly
,
as
if
they
feared
to
break
the
silence
even
by
so
slight
a
sound
.
‘
It
is
a
very
beautiful
place
!
’
said
the
child
,
in
a
low
voice
.
‘
I
almost
feared
you
thought
otherwise
,
’
returned
the
schoolmaster
.
‘
You
shivered
when
we
first
came
in
,
as
if
you
felt
it
cold
or
gloomy
.
’
‘
It
was
not
that
,
’
said
Nell
,
glancing
round
with
a
slight
shudder
.
‘
Indeed
I
cannot
tell
you
what
it
was
,
but
when
I
saw
the
outside
,
from
the
church
porch
,
the
same
feeling
came
over
me
.
It
is
its
being
so
old
and
grey
perhaps
.
’
‘
A
peaceful
place
to
live
in
,
don
’
t
you
think
so
?
’
said
her
friend
.
‘
Oh
yes
,
’
rejoined
the
child
,
clasping
her
hands
earnestly
.
‘
A
quiet
,
happy
place
—
a
place
to
live
and
learn
to
die
in
!
’
She
would
have
said
more
,
but
that
the
energy
of
her
thoughts
caused
her
voice
to
falter
,
and
come
in
trembling
whispers
from
her
lips
.
‘
A
place
to
live
,
and
learn
to
live
,
and
gather
health
of
mind
and
body
in
,
’
said
the
schoolmaster
;
‘
for
this
old
house
is
yours
.
’
