Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 193: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 187 spot where lay the object of my search, and took up such a position that this was be- tween me and the light. Instantly, as if divining my intention, the figure stepped be- tween, and I saw again, with loving awe, the well-remembered, clear-cut profile of my grandmother. Turning her head to gaze on me with eyes which I could not see, she laid her hand upon a book about on a level with my head. I drew near, and marking which volume the shadowed finger rested on, I took it from the shelf, and carried it, together with the lamp, to the table. Up to that moment the intense excitement of this weird pursuit had so absorbed me that I had had no time to realize its ghasfliness, but now, when I[ had, as I believed, the fruits of it in my hand, the whole horror of this silent midnight interview with a sojourner in the inevitable unknown, who, though unseen, might still be at my elbow, flowed over me like a wave of icy water, and with an irrepressible shudder I drew my chair up to the hearth, where the red embers of my fire still glowed reassuringly, and prepared to examine my prize, for such I deemed it. ——_ comichbooks.com