Identifier: luttrellarran00leve (find matches)
Title: Luttrell of Arran
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Lever, Charles James, 1806-1872 Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882, ill
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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selves, and breakin with a rush of sound that made the old walls ring again. Dread-ful as it had seemed before, it was far more fearful now, as hestood close by, and could mark, besides, the highly-wrought expres-sions,the terribly passionate faces around. So fascmated was he by the scene—so completely had its terriblereality impressed him—that Vyner could not leave the spot, and hegazed till he knew, and for many a long year after could remember,every face that was there. More than once was he disposed to ventureill amongst them, and ask, as a stranger the privilege of joining thesolemnity, l)ut fear withcld him; and as the first pinkish streakof dawn appeared, he crept cautiously down and alighted on thegrass. By the gi-ey half-liglit he could now see objects around him, andperceive that the Abbey was a small structure with little architecturalpretensions though from the character of the masonry of vciy greatage. At one end, v.-Iici-c a square tower of evidently later date stood
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AN OLD STORY. 15 something like an attempt at a dwelling-house existed—at least, twowindows of unequal size api^eaved, and a low doorway, the timbers of■wlueh had once formed part of a ship. Passing round the angle ofthis humble home, he saw a fauit streak of light issue from an opencasement, over which a wUd honeysuckle had grown, attaching itselfto the iron bars that guarded the window, and almost succeeded inshutting out the day. Curious for a glance withui this strangedwelluig-place, Vyner stole near and peeped in. A tiny oil-lamp ona table was the only light, but it threw its glare on the face of aman asleep ui a deep arm-chair—a pale, careworn, melancholy face itwas, with a mass of white hair unkempt hangmg partly across it.Vyner passed his hands across his eyes as though to satisfy himselfthat he was awake. He looked agaui; he even parted the twigs ofthe honeysuckle to give liim more space, and as he gazed, the sleepertiuued slightly, so that the full features came to vie

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