I think it was about a week after, wh

epeatedly tried to discover some way of releasing it,

om my chair to make a beginning, when I saw the old librarian moving from the door of the closet toward the farther end of the room. I ought rather to say only that I caught sight of something shadowy from which I received the

Past these rooms, I following close, he continued his way, through a wide corridor, to the foot of a narrower stair leading to the second floor. Up that he went also, and when I reached the top, strange as it may seem, I found myself in a region almost unkn

my foot, but I heard no sound from that of my guide. Somewhere in the middle of the stair I lost sight of him, and from the top of it

re in sight, and long vistas whose gloom was thinned by a few lurking cobwebbed windows and small dusky skyligh

ough planks, the door of which was ajar. Thinking Mr.

ather dim sunrays, marking their track through the cloud of motes that had just been stirred up, fell upon a tall mirror with a dusty face, old-fashioned and rather narrow-in ap

hamber nor my own person. I have an impression of having seen the wall melt away, but what followed is enough t

omehow of strange appearance, occupied the middle distance; along the horizon stretched the

aven, whose purply black was here and there softened with gray. He seemed looking for worms as he came. Nowise astonished at the appearance of a live creature in a picture, I took