Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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12 THE EMERALD NECKLACE. CHAPTER Il. THE HISTORY OF THE NECKLACE. “°*Tis a history Handed from ages down—a nurse’s tale— Which children, open-eyed and mouth'd, Sereng.- “* Our witches are no longer old And wrinkled beldams, Satan-sold ; But young and gay and laughing creatures ith the heart’s sunshine on their features."* WHITTIER. THE room which Pennon occupied that night was a quaint- looking apartment, and a most agreeable change from the square, dusty, common-place chamber at Mrs. Butterby’s, It was scarcely high enough at two of the sides for him to stand under, but was quite lofty in the center of the pointed ceiling. - It was large and dim, with painted walls. Nearly in the cen- ter stood the bed, broad and high, covered with a silken coun- terpane whose embroidered flowers were dim and somewhat frayed with wear, and the bed was shaded quite grandly with lace curtains. The whole furniture, including two or three pictures upon the walls, looked as if it might have been ar- ranged a hundred years before. Nothing looked new except the absence of dust, the scrupulous whiteness’of the linen, and a bouquet of fresh flowers in a vase upon a stand. A large Gothic window, corresponding in architecture with the pointed roof, occupied a portion of one side of the room. After look- ing about with great curiosity, the guest extinguished his light and sat himself by the window to enjoy the effect of the moon- light both within and without. Immediately beneath, a flower garden sent up a host of mingled perfumes to feast his senses, and all about the*case- ment was twined honeysuckles and roses, clinging to the cold stone with slender tendrils like fingers, and bending over to peep beneath or swing at ease on their airy perches A comicbooks.com