The Opposite House: A Novel — page 287: what you’re looking at

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282 The Opposite Flouse. Then she again sat in the bow-window room, busily turning the wheel, till it suddenly stopped, and the thread broke between her fingers. Old Gretlis’s shroud was finished. The venerable house stood as solitary and silent as a tomb, save that the clock on the wall ticked on till, with dull strokes, it struck twelve; then the hands stopped with a sharp snap, like a cry of pain. Its course, too, was run. The past had ended, and the Book of Time, in which were recorded all its memories, conflicts, hate and love, had closed. With the dawn of the young morning, a new day-star rose for the House of Gerrald, pouring its sunny light upon the branches of the family tree, and making them put forth leaves and blossoms, and grow with more vigor than ever before, be- neath the animating breath of the spirit of the age. And the good genuises of the ancient race whis- pered, smiling, in Traugott’s ear: ‘Hail to you and your House, oh, happy Prince of the Mill!” THE END. Comicbook<s