Dicken's works . urrounded by the deep shadowsof overhanging walls, sparkled like a star. Brightand glimmering as the stars above their heads, lonelyand motionless as they, it seemed to claim somekindred with the eternal lamps of heaven, and toburn in fellowship with them. What light is that? said the younger brother. It is surely, said Mr. Garland, in the ruinwhere they live. I see no other ruin hereabouts. They cannot, returned the brother hastily, bewaking at this late hour — Kit interposed directly, and begged that, whilethey rang and waited at the gate, they would lethim make his way to w
Dicken's works . urrounded by the deep shadowsof overhanging walls, sparkled like a star. Brightand glimmering as the stars above their heads, lonelyand motionless as they, it seemed to claim somekindred with the eternal lamps of heaven, and toburn in fellowship with them. What light is that? said the younger brother. It is surely, said Mr. Garland, in the ruinwhere they live. I see no other ruin hereabouts. They cannot, returned the brother hastily, bewaking at this late hour — Kit interposed directly, and begged that, whilethey rang and waited at the gate, they would lethim make his way to where this light was shining,and try to ascertain if any people were the permission he desired, he darted offwith breathless eagerness, and, still carrying thebird-cage in his hand, made straight towards thespot. It was not easy to hold that pace among thegraves, and at another time he might have gonemore slowly, or round by the path. Unmindful ofall obstacles, however, he pressed forward without. THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP. 387 slackening his speed, and soon arrived within a fewyards of the window. He approached as softly as he could, and advan-cing so near the wall as to brush the whitened ivywith his dress, listened. There was no soundinside. The church itself was not more the glass with his cheek, he listenedagain. No. And yet there was such a silence allaround that he felt sure he could have heard eventhe breathing of a sleeper, if there had been onethere. A strange circumstance, a light in such a place atthat time of night, with no one near it. A curtain was drawn across the lower portion ofthe window, and he could not see into the there was no shadow thrown upon it fromwithin. To have gained a footing on the wall, andtried to look in from above, would have beenattended with some danger — certainly with somenoise, and the chance of terrifying the child, if thatreally were her habitation. Again and again helistened; again and again th
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