"Now, look you hore, sir," the old philosopher began, tak. ing me by a 
tassel on my satin doublet, and working himsedf up until his eyes shone 
with pleasure, as he u~lfolded his mad visions to me -- "look you here, sir; 
this bare and dingy dungeon that you rightly frown at is a cell more 
pregnant with ingenuiEy than ever was the forge of the lame smith of 
Lemnos. Vulcan! Vulcan never had such teeming fancies as I have 
harbored in my head for twenty years. Vulcan ~~ever coaxed into being 
such a lovely mouster as I have hidden yonder. I tell you, young man," 
gasped the old fellow, perspiring with enthusiasm, "Prometheus was a 
tawdry charlatan i'his service to mankind, compared with what I will be. 
He gave us fire -- crcl~le, rough, unrmy fire -- mlstable, dangerous -- a 
bare, naked giLt, spoiled even in the giving by incompleteness; but I, sir, I 
have tamed what the bold SOtl of Cl~7nlelle only touched. Ah, by the 
blessed gods! I think I have tamed it -- fire and water, I have wed then, at 
yon black altar -- deadly foes though some do call them, I have made 
them work together, the one with the other. Oh, sir, such servants were 
ever yet enlisted by our kind since the great day of Cyclops. And to think 
these feeble, shaking hands, whose poor sinews stapd from the wasted 
flesh lilte ivy strands ~`bout a wintc~


tree, have done it -- and this poor head has thought it, persist. eut and at 
last successful, thro;Zgh bitter months of toil and anguished 

"llut, sir," I said, gently, as the old man ched~ed his incohercut speech for 
breath -- "this monster, sir, this 'lovely monster,' what is it?"

"Ah! I was forgetting you did not know. Look, then! and though you had 
been unfamous all your other life, this moment of precedent knowledge 
above your fellows shall make you forerer famous. "And the old man, like 
a devotee walking to a silrine, like a lover with hushed breath and 
brightly 1<illdling eye stealing to his mistress's hiding-place, led me up to 
a cavernous recess near the forge, and there lay hands npon a rcnt and 
tattered drapery of rough sail-cloth, stained and old, and, making a 
gesture of silence, pulled it back.

In the tlim, weird enchantment of that place, I had heen prepared fGr 
anything. It was a knightly fashion of the times to be credulous, and that 
black cobwebbed den, that mad philosophor so eloquently raving, and all 
the late circumstances of my arrival fitted me to look for wonders. I had 
followed him across the grimy floor, pitted with gray pools of furnace 
water, through the reek and twining strands of smoke that filled that 
nether hall; and lastly, when he laid a finger to hia lips, and, so reverent 
and awTul, drew back that ancient tattered screen, I frowned a little, 
stepping back a pace, and drow my ready sword six inches from its 
scabbard, and watched expectarlt to see some hideous, horrid, living form 
chained there; some foul offspring of darkness ard accursed ingenuity; 
some hateful spawn of wizard art and black mother night; some squat, 
fol~l, misshapen ( ;aliban; some loathsome thing -- I scaree I,new what, 
but strong and sullch and monstrous, for certain. And, instead, the screen 
ran rattling back, and there before me, in a neat-swept spaca, and on a 
platform of oaken planks, glossy in new-forged metal, shiny with 
untarni£lled filings, gleaming in the burnished brass and rivets, high, 
bulby, complicated, a maze of pistons and levers and wheels, was a great 

Somehow, as I saw that ponderous monster, so full of cunning although 
so lifeless, a tremor of wondering appreciation ran through my mind; that 
souness body fascinated me with a prophetic fear and awe which at 
another time and in another place I should have laughed at.

I put back my sword, smiling to think it had heen so nearly ~irawh, but 
yet stood expectant, half wondering, half hoping I knew not what, and 
gazing raptly on that mighty iron carcas'


perched there like some black incubus, almost fancN7ing all the ove and 
fear and l~ope that had gone to fashion its steol limbs or iron sinews 
might indeed have filled it with a soul that should, as I looked, become 
articulate and manifest beneatl my eyes; half hoping, ill my ignorance, 
that indeed the quintessence of human lahor, here consummate, might 
have got on all that plastic, dull material some wondrotls lirstling spirit of 
a new estate, some link between the worlds oL substance and of shadow. 
And if it so fascinated me, that old man, to whom it owed its boing, was 
even more inthralled. He stood before the shrhle with locked hands and 
bent head, apostrophizing the silent work. "Oh, child of hlfinitely paillful 
conception," he muttered, "surely -- surcly you can not disappolut me 
now! Nearly twenty years have I given to you -- twenty years of toil and 
sweat and ungrunging hope. Long, hot summers have I worked npon 
you, and dank, dull winters, making and unmakUlg, building and taking 
~lown again, C0lltriving, hoping, despairing, living with you bydayand 
dreaming of you through nights of iitful slumber -- surely, dear heir of all 
my hopes, the reward is at hand, and the consummation comes! See!" he 
cried, "how perieet it is. Here in this great round cylinder is room for fire 
and water. The fire lies all along in that gully trench that vou can note here 
through this open trap, and those curling pipes take the hot flsme up 
through that void that will be filled with the other element. Now, when 
water boils the vapor that comes from off the top ~s choleric and fiery 
past conception. '~his has been known for long, and John Homersham 
tried to utilize it by letting the vapor on the spread digits of a wheel; 
Farinelli of Angouleme suffered it to escape behind his engine -- both 
ways so wasteful that no mortal furnace could keep up power sufficient to 
be of useful service. Elut I have bettered these and many others; nothing 
is wasted here -- the hot gases are stored and stodied as they rise above 
the boiling liquid mltil they are as strong as the blustering SOI1 of 
Astraeus and Aurora, and then, by turning one single tap, I suffer them to 
escape down yonder iron way, there to fall upon the head of that piston 
that with a mighty send gives before them and spins the great wheel 
above, and comes back on the impetus, and takes another buffet from the 
laboring vapor, and back it goes again, now this way and now that, 
twirling with fiery zeal those notched wheels above and working all those 
bars and rods and pistons. Not one thing of all this complicated structure 
but has its purpose; not one rivet in yonder thousands but means a month 
of patient, toilsome thought and labor. More"


over, because it is so strong and heavy, I have put the whole upon that 
iron carriage, which took me a year to forge, and those solid back-wheels 
are locked with the gear above, and from the axle of that front wheel two 
chains run up and turu upon a cylinder, so that my s``veet one can move 
at sL~cl~ a pace as vet I can not even think of, and guide himself -- in brief, 
is boru and cousuinthate!"

Then, presently, he turned from babbling to his " child," and spcaLring 
loufler, with frerzied gostures, the while he strode up and down before it, 
we~it wil.1 ~pon the wounrous things it should do. "It will not fail, I know 
it! my head is fairly mazed when I forecast all that here with ihis begins, as 
possible. It shall run, sir," he cried, turning raoturously to me, "and fly ant1 
walk, and ham and pull a~un ~ew wood~ and draw water, aZld be a giant 
stro~lger thun a thousand mell, and a craftsman in a hLIunred crafts of 
such subtilityand gentleness and cunning as no other master craftsman 
ever was. Down, into ages not yet fomed in the void wolub of the future, 
this knowledge I have mastered shall exteun, widening at it goes, and 
men shall no lollger stri`-e or sutTer; there stands the patient beast on 
whose broad back another age shall put all its burdens. There is the true 
winged horse of some other time that shall mock the slow patter of our 
laggard feet, and knit together the most distant corners of the world 
within its gisut stride. Oh! I can sce a happy age, when base material labor 
shall be over, and man shall lie about and take their fill of restfulness as 
they have not done since the gates of Eden were shut Upon their ancient 
father's back. I do see, down the long perspectives of the future, such as 
yoll achieving all things both by sea and shore, plowing their fields f~r 
rmborn peoples, and drawing nets, carrying, fetching, far and near, swift, 
patient, indomitable! All! and winging glorious argosies -- mighty vessels 
such as no man dares dream of now; vast, noble bodies inspirited each 
with such a soul as lies impatient yonder; and those shall plow the green 
sea-waves in scorn of storm and weather, pouring the wealth of far 
Cathay and ind into our ready lap, making those things happy necessaries 
which now uone but some few may dare to hope for; bringing the spice 
the Persian picked this moruing to our doors to-morrow, bringing the 
grape and olivo unwithered on their stoms, bringing fair eastorn stuffs 
still wet from out their dye-vats -- "

"Jove, old man! that moves me. I was a merchant once. Your words de stir 
my blood down to the most Btaguant corner of my veins!"


': -- bringing pearls from Oman! still speckled with the green sea-dew 
upon them, ;md sapphires from rugged Ural mines still smelling of their 
fresh native mother earth; bringing, in s`;ift, tireless keels, Xovaia 
Zemblian furs and costly feathered trophies from the Sonth; b~inging 
Biafra's hoards of ivory and Benil~'s stores of blood-red gold; bringing 
gems warn1 from tepid sands of Ar~ acan, and sandal-wood from seagirt 
Nicobar. Ah! pouring thR. yellow-scented corn of every fertile flat from 
Manfalout to aucient .`bbasi~~eh; pouring the Tal'tar'S millOt and the 
Elill~lOO'S riCII intO our hungry western mouths; making those rich who 
once were poor, and those noble who OUCO were only rich; beitefiting 
both great and little -- benefiting both near and far! and I shall have done 
this -- I, poor Master Andrew Farllkeller, a man so shabby and so seeming 
mean no one of worih or quality would walk i' the same side of the road 
with him."

So spol~e that good fal~atic, and as he stopped there came a gentle tap 
npOII the door, and a fair face in the sunlight, and there was ~istress 
t~izabeth saving, with a merry laugh, "I'ather, the cloth is laid, and the 
meal is spread, and old Malgery bids me acld that, if to-day's roast is 
spoiled by waiting, as the last one was, silc'll never cook capon for theo 
again;" and, coming down, the maid laid a hand of gentle insistence upou 
her father's sleeve, and led him sighing and often looking back up the 
greell stone steps, I following close behind.

We crossed the sunny court-yard, entering on the further side the other 
rambling buttress-wing of that ancient pile. Thence we went by clean 
white flagstoned possages and open oaken door-ways to what was once 
the long servants'dining-hall. At the near end of the middIe table of well-
scrubbed board3, so thick and heavy they might have come from the 
SitlO of some great ship, a clean white ship-cloth was laid, with high-
backed chairs, one at the head for Adam Faulkener, and two or1 cither 
si~le for me and her, and lower down again were put, below the great 
oaken salt-cellar, two other places. By one of these stood Dame Margery, 
fair Elizabeth's old nurse, an ancient dame in black velvet cap and spotless 
ruff and lineu, with a comely, honest old country face above them, 
w.inl~led and colored like a rosy pippill that has mellowed through the 
winter on a kitchen cornice shelf. such was IJanl3 Margery, and, while she 
courtesied low with folded hands, I bowed as one of m'J quality might 
bow in respect to her ancient faithfuness. At 'I.e other chair stood their 
Spanish steward, black Emanuel Marcetla. Yec, and, as you may


by this time have guessed, that steward was, in flesh and blood, none 
other but the midnigtlt visitor who nad disturbed my rest the night 
before. I could not doubt it. He wore the same clothes, his swarthy, sullell 
face was only a little more life-like now in the daylight, and, if more 
evidence were want~ ing, one finger of his le£t haun -- that haun that had 
held the bloody handkelellief -- was done up with coDwebs and linen 
threads. I know hirll on the instant, and stopped and stared to see my 
vagrant shadow so prosaically standing there at his dinner-plaee, picl~iiig 
his yellow teeth and sniffing the ready. roast like a h~u~gry dog. And 
when he saw me he too started, for I also n~ed bscu drea!lfth to him. I 
was the exact coullterpart of tiatt ambel g.illant that had strode out upon 
his moanlit heeis and sc.arod hin1 with a sholtt, where, no doubt, he 
fancied no shouters d~velt, and now here vre were face to face, guests at 
the same tabl~; surely it was strange enough to make us stare!

But, over a;,d above the prejunice of our evening meeting, I alrea~ly 
distrnsted and disliked hmantlel Marcena~ Why it was I do not l~nc~v, 
but so nluch is certain, if one may love, no less surelg m.iy one hate at first 
sight, and, as our eyes met, hatro!1 was surely born in his, while mine, as 
like as notj

¥ told throu,,rlt their slcady stare of aversion and dislike. He was a 
sulie~~, yellow ttho.v, lean and tall, with black, cra£ty eyes set near 
together; a thill nose, shaped like a vulture's beak; a small peaked bcard, 
and black haircloselycroliped -- ~a crafty, cunning, cruel, ungenerous-
looking fellow, who had somehow, it afterward tulned out, grown rich as 
his master's fortunes failed. He had come into Faull,ener's service whe

a boy, had flourished ~bile he flourished, and learned a hundred shifts of 
cruelty and pride from the gay company who once were proun to call his 
master comrade, and now, like the black fungus that he was, had swelled 
with conceit and avarice past all conscionable proportions.

Well, we exchan,~~ed grim salutations, and sat, and the meal commenced. 
But all the while we eat and talked I could not help turning to that crafty 
steward, and each time I did so I found his kee?l, restless black eves 
nandering fugitive among us. ~ow he would glance at me over his 
porringer, and then a hhlf-unconscious scowl dropped dov,tn over those 
dark Cordovian brows. Then perhaps it was the old man he looked at, 
and a scarce-hid smile of contemlyt played about the corners of that 
southerne;'s mouth to hear his m'tster babble or answer our talk at 
random. Lastly, my sleek Iberian would set his ~a.nee on sweet eeuntry 
Bess as she sat at her father's side,


and then there burned under his yellow skin such a flush of passion, such 
a shine of sickly love and asl~iration as needed no interpreting, and made 
me frown -- small ns my staL~e was in that game I saw was plaving~as 
black as intis~ night. But what did it matter to me who picked that Iinglish 
blossom? W Ily should she nDt lie on that meail Spanish bosom iorever if 
she would -- 'twas less than nothing to me, who would so Sooll pass o~l to 
otner venthres -- and yet no man W3S ever born WilO was not jealous, 
and, reme~mbering how we had met, how sweet she was and simple, 
what native courtesy gilded Ler country mam~ers) what music there was 
in her voice, and how black that villah1 looked beside her, l, in spite of 
mysclf, resented the first knowledge of the love he bore as keenly as 
though I had myself a right to her.

Pious, sanctimonious Fmanuel NIarcena! he stood 1~p saying his grace for 
meat long after all of ns were scatc~l, and crossed his doublet a score of 
times ere he fell 0ll the viands like a hungry pil~e. And he was cruel, too. 
A little thing may show nOW big things go. lIe caught a I.y while we 
waited between two courses, and, thinking himself urlwatched, hold it a 
moment nicely between his lean, loug fingers, then, drawing a straight 
fine pin from his sleeve, slowly thrust it through the body of that buzzing 
thing. lIe stuck the pin up before him, by his pewter mug, and 
watched~with lowering pleasure his victim gyrate. That amused him 
much, and when the creature's pahl was reduced to numbness he ntatly 
tore one prismatic wing from oR its shoulder, and smiled a sour smile to 
watch how that awoke it. Then, presently, the other wing was wrenched 
palpitating from the damp and quivering socket, and the victim SpUll 
round upon the iron stake that pierced its body. And all this under cover 
of his dinner-mug, ingenious, light-fingered tmanuel ~Iarcena!

Such was the steward of that curious household. Over against him sat the 
excehen t old countr.y dame, whose mind wandered no further than to 
speculate upon the price of eggs next market-day, or how her bleaching 
lthen  fared; above was the wise-mad scholar, bent and visionary; and by 
him, .undy in her country beauty, that wild hedge-rose of his. And as I 
looked from one to the other, and thought of what I was and had been, all 
seemed strange, unreal, fantastic, and I could only wait with dull patience 
for what fortune might have next in store.

t was a pleasant, peaceful place, that manor hall. When we had finished 
our midday meal, and the servitors had gone to their duties, Master 
Faulkener said a walk in the green


fields might do him good -- he would go out and talse the aountry air. It 
was a wise resolve, and he made a show of carly" ing it through, but he 
had not crossed the court-yard toward the SUImy meadows when he got 
a Shiff of his owu smolderi~,g furuace fires. That was too much for him. 
The scholar s rustic resolutiou Jnelted, and, glanciTjg fugitively behil?d, we 
saw him presently steal away towurd his cellar, and then drop down the 
stairs, and bar the door, and SOO~I the curling smoke and daucing sparks 
told that wondrous thing of his was growing once again.

Thus I and the maid were left aloue, and for a little space we stooct silent 
by the diamond-latticed window, scarce knowilig what to say -- I looking 
down upon that virgiu bosom, so smoothly heaving under its veil of 
eoutltry lawn, she thinlsing I know not what, but pulling a leaf or two to 
pieces from her window vine. And so we stood .for a tirue, until the lady 
broke the silence by asking if I would wibh to sce the house and p:.?rdens 
witl-l her? It wi?S a good suggestion and a comely s~uiclo, so we s.t out at 

She led me Erst l~at lc through her garden again, naming ever>- f.crer 
iSNIId bush by conntry names as we went along, and this brought us to 
the empty house-front, which we entered. She took me from room to 
room, and dustN~ ce,rllilor to corridor, chatting and laughing all the way, 
t-a~l ing c,f great lsiilsmen and l?oluc, fi~kle ~,ue£ts Who or~ct? Ii~ld 
cailGtl her father frielid--all with suGII a ligTht, co'?tented htart it sounded 
more like fairy story than slern material fact. 'l~he

that tri,?ping guide slrowe d Ino tl?o o,?e door I ila-l ~zot fou'?d whi~ll 
led nli'0ll~.? ;;?LO tl?O rOarn'al'd .It?usC. I-Iere ~ig.lirl I tolu ~ICI' of t?ow 
I lu~d linil(e~l~i?l vain for such a p.ts£agc' ~u;d she laughed until those 
ancient corridors resonuned to her

7 glee. This door adll~itted to another region, whith NN'E cntered, autl 
SOOil Etzal>eth led oi~ dow,.1 a dust: Hight Ot tNNTilight wooderl stai,s, 
until a portal stunded with iron barrtd our way. At this, pu ting a finger to 
her rmouTh ilr mysterious manner, the daulEd asked if I dared enter, to 
which my answer was that, with sword in hand, and her to WP.ttli, I 
would not hesitate to prize the gates of hell. So we pulled the heavy suhen  
bolts, and the door turned slowly on its hinges. There before us W .'S 
dist~laved ~t 1Onto dusty corridor, lighted by high narrow col,wc!>bcil 
laiticed whinows down one side, and dim wiTh nu,, s a;~ul slaiu of wind 
uul weather. Frunr cun to elld 0t that soundlt'SS V.'7tiblil? rtre slatLed at;d 
l-'iitd and hung such mighty stores of various lumber, rare, curious, 
dreadful, as never surely were brought together before.


It was Andrew Faulkencr's mtZseum-room -- the place where he put by 
all the strange shredci of life and death he collected when the scholar's 
farvor was ui~on him, and nOW, as his swcet daughter laid one finger ml 
my arm an;l softly bid me listen, directly down below and undei us we 
heitrd him hammeZing at his forge.

"Oh. sir," began that mai`.l, wi.lispeling in my ear and sweeping her 
expressive arrll ar `-'und itZ The direction of those tnounds and shelves, 
"did ever clfild have such a father? This is the one room that is forbiddell 
nle, and it is the one roonl of our hundreds that; I take a most fcarful 
pleasure in. I do wroug to show it, and, indeed I had not 1~rought you 
here but that something tells me yoa a;e agood corurttde, true and silent 
both in great and little. Therefore step lightly and spcali small; there is 
nothing in all the world that stirs my fathsr's choler but this -- to hear a 
vagrant foot overhead amehg his treasures,"

Softly, therefore, as QlZV midllight thieves we trod the dustcarpeted 
floor, and Inow hGre, Inow thoro, the damsd lGd ms. Now it was ac one 
oriel recess where stood a black oak iahle and open chests piled with 
vellum books, all cPacked and bOUnd wit.h goli1 and iroa, thitt we 
parlsed in. And I ol~cnttI some of these great tomes, a~:d rettd, in 
Rorman-Latin or old Frankish-French, the misty reeord of those things of 
long ago that once had been so new to me. I spelled out how the monkish 
scribe was stumbling through a pitsiSilge of tlhitt dii1ry that I had seen 
Caesar write -- saw him rGpi at, as visionaty aura incredible, in qllairlt and 
cra1~bisc't cloister scrawl, the story of the Saxon coming, and how King 
Harold tlistl. I turned to another book, a little newer, and read, amid 
gorgeous uncurls, the story of that remote fight above Crecy, "when 
good King Edward. with a scanty band of liegemeil, was matciled a~ili~~st 
two hundred thousand French about yc ville of Crecy, and by the grace of 
God withstood therll upon an AtlCust c1aN; " -- and I could have read on 
and on without stop or pause down those musty memory-rousing pages, 
but for the geatle inteerul?ter at my side, who laughed to see me so 
engrossed, and shut the covers to, little knowing of the thoughts that I 
was thinking, and took me on ag`fill.

Then she wmlld halt at a pile of splendid staffs, half henl?ed upon the 
floor, half naile4 against the wall, iLe hi3agings of courtly rooms and 
thrones; and, as her sympathetic f~nlalo fingers spread out the folds of all 
those ruined wells, I rc.rd again upon them, in tartlisl~eLl gold and 
filigree, in sii1.ell stitching and patient cunning embroidery, more stories 
of olt1


kings and qncens I once was comrado to; on again, to piles and racks of 
weapons of every age and time. All these I kr~ew, and poised the javelill 
some 53axou hand had borne in war, and shook, like a dry roed, the long 
Norman spear, and whirled a mshy pirate cimeter above mg huad until it 
hum~ued again an old forgottell taue of blood and lust and pillage, aun, 
wiTh a stifled shriek, the frightened ~irl cowered from me.

Oh! a very curions treasure-llouse, indeed! And here the scholar had iaid 
up skius and furs of animals, an1 there horns and hoofs and talons. IIere, 
grim, melaricholy, great birds were standing as though in life, and 
crumbling, as they waited, with negloct and age. 'l~here, in a twilight 
corner, glim~uered the green glassy eyes of an old Thebeiall crocodile, 
and there the shining ivory jaws of monstrous fishes, with warty hides of 
toads, and shriveled forms of small beasts dried in the kiln of long-silent 
ages, and now black, shrunkell, and ghastly. Or1 the walls were pendent 
enough simples and electrices to stocl~ twenty witches' dens, enough 
mandrake, helleborc, blue monkshood, purple-tinted uightshade to 
Ullpeople half a shiie; and alo~~g by them were withered twigs and leaves 
would banish every kiun of rheum; samples of W0ndrous shrubs and 
roots, all neatly docketed, would cure a wife of scolding or a war-horse of 
a sprain, would cure an adder's bite, or by the same physic mend a 
broken limb; ah, and bring you certain luck in peace and war, or light, all 
out of th~e same virtue, the files of love in icy, virgin bosoms!

In tl-lat quaint anteroom, dimly illuminated by its cobwebbed wirldows, 
were astroboles and herlispheres from the cabin-poops of sankell 
merchantmen; chllrts whereon great beasts shared with pictured savages 
whole continents of land, and dolphins and whales did sport where seas 
ran out into unknowh vagueness. There were models of harrmless things 
of foreigu art and commerce, and cruel iron jaws and w heels with bloody 
spikes or beaks for breaking borles or tearing ilesh, and teaching the ways 
of fair civility to heretics. That old man had got together twenty images of 
Baal from as many lands, and half a hundred bits of divers saints. I:lere, 
tied with the strand of the rope that hanged him, was the skin of a dead 
felou, and near was the true sh~ht of a martyr whom the church had 
canonized a thousand years before. In some way, too, the scholar had 
possessed hini of a Pharaoh still swaddled with his Memphian robes, and 
there he was propped np against the wall, that kingly ash with mouth 
locked tight, whose lightest whisper once had made or marred in every 
court or camp from dusty Ababdah to green Euphrates, and brows set


rigid, whose frowu had once cost twent;s- thousand lives, made twenty 
thousand wives to wirlows, and eyes shut fast that seemed still to drearll 
of shadowy empery -- of golden afternoons iZI gohlen .1gCS -- a most 
aucient, a most curions fellow, and I stared hard at him, feeling wonnrous 

But I can not tell all there was in that strallge place. I?rom end to eun it 
iN'.IS stocked with learue.L lumbrr: from end to end my sweet gaide led 
me, pointing, whisr~ering, and shundering, al; orl tiptoe and in silence; 
and then, ere I was neurly satished, or hal samliled one quarter of that 
dusty treasure hall, she led me thror~:'h a little wiel~ct, down twonty 
stairs, alil SO OllCO HlOrO intO the fresh open air.

"There, sir," she saiu, "Inow I ha~e laid bare my father's riches to you. Is it 
uot a wonderful corridor? Oh! what a full place the worlrl must be, itc o~le 
mall can gather so much strange of it!',

I told her that indeed it was and had been full, right back into the 
illimitable, of those hopes and fancies to which all yonc'Zer shreds rlid hint 
of; and thus talking, I of infi~lite experience watching the sweet wonner 
and `-ague speculation dawhing in thoso unruffled child eyes of hers, we 
sauntered about the gartlens and pleasant patils, and spent a sunny after. 
oon in her ambient lielrls.

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