Chapter 3
They crossed the hall and began to ascend the carpetless wooden
stairs. They were in the well of the house and the air cut like
ice. Garvey, the flickering candle in his hand throwing his face
into strong outline, led the way across the first landing and
opened a door near the mouth of a dark passage. A pleasant room
greeted the visitor's eyes, and he rapidly took in its points while
his host walked over and lit two candles that stood on a table at
the foot of the bed. A fire burned brightly in the grate. There
were two windows, opening like doors, in the wall opposite, and a
high canopied bed occupied most of the space on the right.
Panelling ran all round the room reaching nearly to the ceiling and
gave a warm and cosy appearance to the whole; while the portraits
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