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Chapter 13. Patriarchal

           MrCasbylivedinastreetintheGray’sInnRoad,whichhadsetofffromthatthoroughfarewiththeintentionofrunningatoneheatdownintothevalley,andupagaintothetopofPentonvilleHill;butwhichhadrunitselfoutofbreathintwentyyards,andhadstoodstilleversince.Thereisnosuchplaceinthatpartnow;butitremainedthereformanyyears,lookingwithabaulkedcountenanceatthewildernesspatchedwithunfruitfulgardensandpimpledwitheruptivesummerhouses,thatithadmeanttorunoverinnotime.

           ‘Thehouse,’thoughtClennam,ashecrossedtothedoor,‘isaslittlechangedasmymother’s,andlooksalmostasgloomy.Butthelikenessendsoutside.Iknowitsstaidreposewithin.Thesmellofitsjarsofoldrose-leavesandlavenderseemstocomeuponmeevenhere.’

           Whenhisknockatthebrightbrassknockerofobsoleteshapebroughtawoman-servanttothedoor,thosefadedscentsintruthsalutedhimlikewintrybreaththathadafaintremembranceinitofthebygonespring.Hesteppedintothesober,silent,air-tighthouse—onemighthavefanciedittohavebeenstifledbyMutesintheEasternmanner—andthedoor,closingagain,seemedtoshutoutsoundandmotion.Thefurniturewasformal,grave,andquaker-like,butwell-kept;andhadasprepossessinganaspectasanything,fromahumancreaturetoawoodenstool,thatismeantformuchuseandispreservedforlittle,caneverwear.Therewasagraveclock,tickingsomewhereupthestaircase;andtherewasasonglessbirdinthesamedirection,peckingathiscage,asifheweretickingtoo.

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