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Entering
the
gate
and
passing
the
shrubs
,
the
silhouette
of
a
house
rose
to
view
,
black
,
low
,
and
rather
long
;
but
the
guiding
light
shone
nowhere
.
All
was
obscurity
.
Were
the
inmates
retired
to
rest
?
I
feared
it
must
be
so
.
In
seeking
the
door
,
I
turned
an
angle
:
there
shot
out
the
friendly
gleam
again
,
from
the
lozenged
panes
of
a
very
small
latticed
window
,
within
a
foot
of
the
ground
,
made
still
smaller
by
the
growth
of
ivy
or
some
other
creeping
plant
,
whose
leaves
clustered
thick
over
the
portion
of
the
house
wall
in
which
it
was
set
.
The
aperture
was
so
screened
and
narrow
,
that
curtain
or
shutter
had
been
deemed
unnecessary
;
and
when
I
stooped
down
and
put
aside
the
spray
of
foliage
shooting
over
it
,
I
could
see
all
within
.
I
could
see
clearly
a
room
with
a
sanded
floor
,
clean
scoured
;
a
dresser
of
walnut
,
with
pewter
plates
ranged
in
rows
,
reflecting
the
redness
and
radiance
of
a
glowing
peat-fire
.
I
could
see
a
clock
,
a
white
deal
table
,
some
chairs
.
The
candle
,
whose
ray
had
been
my
beacon
,
burnt
on
the
table
;
and
by
its
light
an
elderly
woman
,
somewhat
rough-looking
,
but
scrupulously
clean
,
like
all
about
her
,
was
knitting
a
stocking
.
I
noticed
these
objects
cursorily
only
--
in
them
there
was
nothing
extraordinary
.
A
group
of
more
interest
appeared
near
the
hearth
,
sitting
still
amidst
the
rosy
peace
and
warmth
suffusing
it
.
Two
young
,
graceful
women
--
ladies
in
every
point
--
sat
,
one
in
a
low
rocking-chair
,
the
other
on
a
lower
stool
;
both
wore
deep
mourning
of
crape
and
bombazeen
,
which
sombre
garb
singularly
set
off
very
fair
necks
and
faces
:
a
large
old
pointer
dog
rested
its
massive
head
on
the
knee
of
one
girl
--
in
the
lap
of
the
other
was
cushioned
a
black
cat
.
A
strange
place
was
this
humble
kitchen
for
such
occupants
!
Who
were
they
?
They
could
not
be
the
daughters
of
the
elderly
person
at
the
table
;
for
she
looked
like
a
rustic
,
and
they
were
all
delicacy
and
cultivation
.
I
had
nowhere
seen
such
faces
as
theirs
:
and
yet
,
as
I
gazed
on
them
,
I
seemed
intimate
with
every
lineament
.
I
can
not
call
them
handsome
--
they
were
too
pale
and
grave
for
the
word
:
as
they
each
bent
over
a
book
,
they
looked
thoughtful
almost
to
severity
.
A
stand
between
them
supported
a
second
candle
and
two
great
volumes
,
to
which
they
frequently
referred
,
comparing
them
,
seemingly
,
with
the
smaller
books
they
held
in
their
hands
,
like
people
consulting
a
dictionary
to
aid
them
in
the
task
of
translation
.
This
scene
was
as
silent
as
if
all
the
figures
had
been
shadows
and
the
firelit
apartment
a
picture
:
so
hushed
was
it
,
I
could
hear
the
cinders
fall
from
the
grate
,
the
clock
tick
in
its
obscure
corner
;
and
I
even
fancied
I
could
distinguish
the
click-click
of
the
woman
's
knitting-needles
.
When
,
therefore
,
a
voice
broke
the
strange
stillness
at
last
,
it
was
audible
enough
to
me
.
"
Listen
,
Diana
,
"
said
one
of
the
absorbed
students
;
"
Franz
and
old
Daniel
are
together
in
the
night-time
,
and
Franz
is
telling
a
dream
from
which
he
has
awakened
in
terror
--
listen
!
"
And
in
a
low
voice
she
read
something
,
of
which
not
one
word
was
intelligible
to
me
;
for
it
was
in
an
unknown
tongue
--
neither
French
nor
Latin
.
Whether
it
were
Greek
or
German
I
could
not
tell
.
"
That
is
strong
,
"
she
said
,
when
she
had
finished
:
"
I
relish
it
.
"
The
other
girl
,
who
had
lifted
her
head
to
listen
to
her
sister
,
repeated
,
while
she
gazed
at
the
fire
,
a
line
of
what
had
been
read
.
At
a
later
day
,
I
knew
the
language
and
the
book
;
therefore
,
I
will
here
quote
the
line
:
though
,
when
I
first
heard
it
,
it
was
only
like
a
stroke
on
sounding
brass
to
me
--
conveying
no
meaning
:
-
"
'
Da
trat
hervor
Einer
,
anzusehen
wie
die
Sternen
Nacht
.
'
Good
!
good
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
while
her
dark
and
deep
eye
sparkled
.
"
There
you
have
a
dim
and
mighty
archangel
fitly
set
before
you
!
The
line
is
worth
a
hundred
pages
of
fustian
.
'
Ich
wage
die
Gedanken
in
der
Schale
meines
Zornes
und
die
Werke
mit
dem
Gewichte
meines
Grimms
.
'
I
like
it
!
"
Both
were
again
silent
.
