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in keeping the smallest peculiarities of his home unaltered。  Thus

the many peaks and gables; the numerous turrets; and the mullioned

windows with their quaint lozenge panes set in lead; remained very

nearly as they had been three centuries back。  Over and above the

quaint melancholy of our dwelling; with the deep woods of its park

and the sullen waters of the mere; our neighborhood was thinly

peopled and primitive; and the people round us were ignorant; and

tenacious of ancient ideas and traditions。  Thus it was a

superstitious atmosphere that we children were reared in; and we

heard; from our infancy; countless tales of horror; some mere

fables doubtless; others legends of dark deeds of the olden time;

exaggerated by credulity and the love of the marvelous。  Our mother

had died when we were young; and our other parent being; though a

kind father; much absorbed in affairs of various kinds; as an

active magistrate and landlord; there was no one to check the

unwholesome stream of tradition with which our plastic minds were

inundated in the company of nurses and servants。  As years went on;

however; the old ghostly tales partially lost their effects; and

our undisciplined minds were turned more towards balls; dress; and

partners; and other matters airy and trivial; more welcome to our

riper age。  It was at a county assembly that Reginald and I first

metmet and loved。  Yes; I am sure that he loved me with all his

heart。  It was not as deep a heart as some; I have thought in my

grief and anger; but I never doubted its truth and honesty。

Reginald's father and mine approved of our growing attachment; and

as for myself; I know I was so happy then; that I look back upon

those fleeting moments as on some delicious dream。  I now come to

the change。  I have lingered on my childish reminiscences; my

bright and happy youth; and now I must tell the restthe blight

and the sorrow。



It was Christmas; always a joyful and a hospitable time in the

country; especially in such an old hall as our home; where quaint

customs and frolics were much clung to; as part and parcel of the

very dwelling itself。  The hall was full of guestsso full;

indeed; that there was great difficulty in providing sleeping

accommodation for all。  Several narrow and dark chambers in the

turretsmere pigeon…holes; as we irreverently called what had been

thought good enough for the stately gentlemen of Elizabeth's reign

were now allotted to bachelor visitors; after having been empty

for a century。  All the spare rooms in the body and wings of the

hall were occupied; of course; and the servants who had been

brought down were lodged at the farm and at the keeper's; so great

was the demand for space。  At last the unexpected arrival of an

elderly relative; who had been asked months before; but scarcely

expected; caused great commotion。  My aunts went about wringing

their hands distractedly。  Lady Speldhurst was a personage of some

consequence; she was a distant cousin; and had been for years on

cool terms with us all; on account of some fancied affront or

slight when she had paid her LAST visit; about the time of my

christening。  She was seventy years old; she was infirm; rich; and

testy; moreover; she was my godmother; though I had forgotten the

fact; but it seems that though I had formed no expectations of a

legacy in my favor; my aunts had done so for me。  Aunt Margaret was

especially eloquent on the subject。  〃There isn't a room left;〃 she

said; 〃was ever anything so unfortunate!  We cannot put Lady

Speldhurst into the turrets; and yet where IS she to sleep?  And

Rosa's godmother; too!  Poor; dear child; how dreadful!  After all

these years of estrangement; and with a hundred thousand in the

funds; and no comfortable; warm room at her own unlimited disposal

and Christmas; of all times in the year!〃  What WAS to be done?

My aunts could not resign their own chambers to Lady Speldhurst;

because they had already given them up to some of the married

guests。  My father was the most hospitable of men; but he was

rheumatic; gouty; and methodical。  His sisters…in…law dared not

propose to shift his quarters; and; indeed; he would have far

sooner dined on prison fare than have been translated to a strange

bed。  The matter ended in my giving up my room。  I had a strange

reluctance to making the offer; which surprised myself。  Was it a

boding of evil to come?  I cannot say。  We are strangely and

wonderfully made。  It MAY have been。  At any rate; I do not think

it was any selfish unwillingness to make an old and infirm lady

comfortable by a trifling sacrifice。  I was perfectly healthy and

strong。  The weather was not cold for the time of the year。  It was

a dark; moist Yulenot a snowy one; though snow brooded overhead

in the darkling clouds。  I DID make the offer; which became me; I

said with a laugh; as the youngest。  My sisters laughed too; and

made a jest of my evident wish to propitiate my godmother。  〃She is

a fairy godmother; Rosa;〃 said Minnie; 〃and you know she was

affronted at your christening; and went away muttering vengeance。

Here she is coming back to see you; I hope she brings golden gifts

with her。〃



I thought little of Lady Speldhurst and her possible golden gifts。

I cared nothing for the wonderful fortune in the funds that my

aunts whispered and nodded about so mysteriously。  But since then I

have wondered whether; had I then showed myself peevish or

obstinatehad I refused to give up my room for the expected

kinswomanit would not have altered the whole of my life?  But

then Lucy or Minnie would have offered in my stead; and been

sacrificedwhat do I say?better that the blow should have fallen

as it did than on those dear ones。



The chamber to which I removed was a dim little triangular room in

the western wing; and was only to be reached by traversing the

picture…gallery; or by mounting a little flight of stone stairs

which led directly upward from the low…browed arch of a door that

opened into the garden。  There was one more room on the same

landing…place; and this was a mere receptacle for broken furniture;

shattered toys; and all the lumber that WILL accumulate in a

country…house。  The room I was to inhabit for a few nights was a

tapestry…hung apartment; with faded green curtains of some costly

stuff; contrasting oddly with a new carpet and the bright; fresh

hangings of the bed; which had been hurriedly erected。  The

furniture was half old; half new; and on the dressing…table stood a

very quaint oval mirror; in a frame of black woodunpolished

ebony; I think。  I can remember the very pattern of the carpet; the

number of chairs; the situation of the bed; the figures on the

tapestry。  Nay; I can recollect not only the color of the dress I

wore on that fated evening; but the arrangement of every scrap of

lace and ribbon; of every flower; every jewel; with a memory but

too perfect。



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