The Opposite House: A Novel — page 286: what you’re looking at

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The Opposite Flouse. 281 eyes stared down at the young couple, and the wind rustling the tops of the ancient trees and lightly stirring the dust on the moss-grown heads brought a mysterious whisper : “Wake, thou pallid woman, who so often sat here weeping! Rise, patient Barbara von Rotters- wyl, the hour has come for whose fulfillment thou hast prayed with a breaking heart; the chasm is filled, and to-day a great festival is celebrated in memory of you!” * * % * * %& Old Gretlis sat at the gable window of the vener- able Gerrald house, holding the thread in her cold fingers. Her white head had sunk low on her breast, and her eyes were closed for their last, long sleep. A peaceful dream seemed hovering over her, for her lips smiled—a dream of wedding-bells, which had echoed through the open window, and at whose devout sound she had arranged a little bouquet to carry down to the door. Then she had welcomed her master’s young wife to the home of his ancestors, laid her trembling hands in benediction on the beautiful head, tottered into the spacious hall with him, and looked on with beaming eyes as the young wife decorated old Zacharias’s portrait with a bridal wreath, and hung the picture of Baroness Barbara at his side. It was a high festivalin the life of the faithful maid-servant. Comicbook<s C@ 5}