Where ghosts walk : the haunts of familiar characters in history and literature . she sought the deep, black,cold garret, to read, in the solitude shecould get nowhere else, the letter she hadlocked away at noon, the seal unbroken. That present moment had no pain, noblot, no want. Full, pure, perfect, itdeeply blessed me. . Dr. John!you pained me afterwards. Forgiven beevery ill—freely forgiven—for the sake ofthat one dear, remembered good. Then, a movement in the obscure re-cess behind her, and— I saw in the middleof that ghostly chamber a figure all blackor white; the skirts straight, narrow
Where ghosts walk : the haunts of familiar characters in history and literature . she sought the deep, black,cold garret, to read, in the solitude shecould get nowhere else, the letter she hadlocked away at noon, the seal unbroken. That present moment had no pain, noblot, no want. Full, pure, perfect, itdeeply blessed me. . Dr. John!you pained me afterwards. Forgiven beevery ill—freely forgiven—for the sake ofthat one dear, remembered good. Then, a movement in the obscure re-cess behind her, and— I saw in the middleof that ghostly chamber a figure all blackor white; the skirts straight, narrow,black; the head bandaged, veiled, white. Lucy ! still, Lucy ! and nowhere are herbeing and her presence a more vital actu-ality than in the garden behind the lowpile of school buildings. The grounds ofthe Pensionnat are no longer least one-half of the original gardenhas been cut off and built up with newhouses. The forbidden walk {l^alUe dd-feiidue) remains in part, although Methu-selah, the ancient pear-tree—dead inLucys and Charlottes time, all but a. In Villettc 293 few boughs, which still faithfully renewedtheir perfumed snow in spring, and theirhoney-sweet pendants in autumn —per-ished down to the root long ago. Thelarge berceaii, or arbour, shaded by theacacia, is gone, but the trellised walkskirting the high, grey wall, where jas-mine and ivy met and were married, isthe same in which Charlotte and Emilytook their silent constitutional in allweathers. Here Lucy encountered Ma-dame Beck in her nightly round ofsurveillance, after the casket and notehad fallen from the window high in thewall of the adjacent college buildings(we look up at the identical casement),and Dr. John, having seen it dropped,came to hlint for it and to save GinevraFanshawe from disgrace. Villette is not fiction, as far as the set-ting of the story is concerned. Everyfeature of house and environs is drawnwith the fidelity of a photograph, takenby an artist and developed by an ade
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