The lock was silver, though tarnished from age at each end were the imperfect remains of handles also of silver, broken perhaps prematurely by some strange violence and, on the centre of the lid, was a mysterious cipher, in the same metal. If I stay till evening my candle may go out.” She advanced and examined it closely: it was of cedar, curiously inlaid with some darker wood, and raised, about a foot from the ground, on a carved stand of the same. “This is strange indeed! I did not expect such a sight as this! An immense heavy chest! What can it hold? Why should it be placed here? Pushed back too, as if meant to be out of sight! I will look into it-cost me what it may, I will look into it-and directly too-by daylight. The sight of it made her start and, forgetting everything else, she stood gazing on it in motionless wonder, while these thoughts crossed her: Her habit therefore was thrown off with all possible haste, and she was preparing to unpin the linen package, which the chaise-seat had conveyed for her immediate accommodation, when her eye suddenly fell on a large high chest, standing back in a deep recess on one side of the fireplace. Her heart instantaneously at ease on this point, she resolved to lose no time in particular examination of anything, as she greatly dreaded disobliging the general by any delay.
#Not the less however though with a tremulous enjoyment windows
The walls were papered, the floor was carpeted the windows were neither less perfect nor more dim than those of the drawing-room below the furniture, though not of the latest fashion, was handsome and comfortable, and the air of the room altogether far from uncheerful.
It was by no means unreasonably large, and contained neither tapestry nor velvet. A moment’s glance was enough to satisfy Catherine that her apartment was very unlike the one which Henry had endeavoured to alarm her by the description of.
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