Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 173: what you’re looking at

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mame Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 167 CHAPTER XI. HOW I OPENED THE LIBRARY DOOR, AND CRIED INTO THE DARKNESS. Ont blusterous March night, about six months after my safe return to Roanoke, I was sitting alone in my library. It isa large, and now again handsome apartment, fur- nished with old carved oak that has been there since Harry the Kighth was King. From the centre of one wall a large monu- mental stone fireplace, a small room in itself, projects into the chamber. The opposite side is broken by four windows, the em- brasures of which are provided with broad, low seats. The door opens in the midst of one end, while the other is concealed by book-shelves, which stand also at either side of the fireplace and between the windows, earning for the place its title of library. This, though originally intended as a distinc- tion from the dining-hall and withdrawing comichbooks.com i i a ll