Master Humphrey's clock (1840) (14579400307)

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Title: Master Humphrey's clock
Year: 1840 (1840s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Cattermole, George, 1800-1868, ill Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882, ill
Subjects: Gordon Riots, 1780
Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign



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y a rude window,or rather niche, cut in the solid wall. This screen, together with two seats inthe broad chimney, had at some forgotten date been part of the church orconvent; for the oak, hastily appropriated to its present purpose, had beenlittle altered from its former shape, and presented to the eye a pile of frag-ments of rich carving from old monkish stalls. An open door leading to a small room or cell, dim with the light that camethrough leaves of ivy, completed the interior of this portion of the ruin. Itwas not quite destitute of furniture. A few strange chairs, whose arms andlegs looked as though they had dwindled away with age; a table, tiie \cry VOL. II.—34. I 86 Master Humphreys clock. spectre of its race; a great old chest that had once held records in the church,with other quaintly-fashioned domestic necessaries, and store of fire-wood forthe winter, were scattered around, and gave evident tokens of its occupationas a dwelling-place at no very distant time. /-/:/\v mm
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The child looked around her with that solemn feelinsr with which we con-template the work of ages that have become but drops of water in the greatocean of eternity. The old man had followed them, but they were all threehushed for a space, and drew their breath softly, as if they feared to breakthe silence even by so slight a sound. It is a very beautiful place ! said the child, in a low voice. I almost feared you thought otherwise, returned the schoolmaster. You shivered when we first came in, as if you felt it cold or gloomy. It was not that, said Nell, glancing round with a slight shudder, In-deed I cannot tell you what it was, but when I saw the outside, from the churchporch, the same feeling came over me. It is its being so old and gray, perhaps. A peaceful place to live in, dont you think so ? said her friend. Oh yes, rejoined the child, clasping her hands earnestly. A quiet,happy place—a place to live and learn to die in I She would have saidmore, but that the energy of her th