Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 80: what you’re looking at

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ride that I’ve had after ye,” the man coneluded, Wiping the perspiration from his heated face. “I will go immediately,” Percy remarked, taking up his hat. “It is my regular office time, but [ will not disregard 80 urgent uw call.” “You are to go back on the horse that I rode down, sir,’ the servant pursued, following him to the door. “It will save time, and her leddyship’s groom will come for ine shortly.’ “All right,” returned the young doctor, as he went uickly out, mounted the splendid specimen of borse- esh that stood waiting for him, and rode rapidly a in the direction of Osterly Park. A brisk canter of twenty minutes brought him to the imposing gate-way leading into the spacious grounds, and on either side of which there were four massive posts. surmounted by immense owls, whose sreat eyes glared at him with a look of insolent wis- dom, and through which, at night, there flashed a vivid light; tor the grave-looking birds were nothing morenor less than the gate lanterns. The porter stood ready to admit him, and touched his hat respectfully as he held the gate open for him to pass through, He rode along the wide, smoothly graded avenue, which was guarded on either side by beautiful beech and lime trees, until he came to the magnificent man- sion which was the pride of the whole county, and where a groom was waiting to take his horse, and another servant to conduct him within. Removing his hat and gloves in the hall, Percy fol- lowed his ghice up the long stairway of beautifully carved and polished oak, to the second story. From the upper corridor, which also seen od fo be a sort of picture-gallery—for on the wali Phere eet RD, iat er at Pte a Pal Gose: