. Quiet roads and sleepy villages. house had a ghostly look without, therewas an undoubted creepy feeling about its pent-up rooms and passages. A house closed for solong, even a modern one, must necessarily belooked at askance, but a stranger alighting uponsuch a place can have no such biassed feelings,yet, curious to say, something in the dingy, emptyrooms seemed to say, This place is haunted ! Nor were the old-fashioned rooms themselvesparticularly dark or gloomy; indeed, a coating ofgreen paint upon a Tudor fireplace did its best tomake things look homely. The rooms werepanelled. A finely m
. Quiet roads and sleepy villages. house had a ghostly look without, therewas an undoubted creepy feeling about its pent-up rooms and passages. A house closed for solong, even a modern one, must necessarily belooked at askance, but a stranger alighting uponsuch a place can have no such biassed feelings,yet, curious to say, something in the dingy, emptyrooms seemed to say, This place is haunted ! Nor were the old-fashioned rooms themselvesparticularly dark or gloomy; indeed, a coating ofgreen paint upon a Tudor fireplace did its best tomake things look homely. The rooms werepanelled. A finely moulded wooden archway inan upper room showed how the apartments hadbeen sub-divided and spoiled. While examiningthese details, there issued from somewhere closeat hand a prolonged and awe-inspiring moan,which could be likened neither to the sound ofwind, a creaking door, nor an asthmatic to our guide for an explanation of so un-accountable a noise, his marked silence again expressed a mute meaning. But something at 82.
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