|
The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: full of gloom as any hermit's cell.
It came on darker and darker. The old-fashioned furniture of the
chamber, which was a kind of hospital for all the invalided
movables in the house, grew indistinct and shadowy in its many
shapes; chairs and tables, which by day were as honest cripples as
need be, assumed a doubtful and mysterious character; and one old
leprous screen of faded India leather and gold binding, which had
kept out many a cold breath of air in days of yore and shut in many
a jolly face, frowned on him with a spectral aspect, and stood at
full height in its allotted corner, like some gaunt ghost who
waited to be questioned. A portrait opposite the window--a queer,
Barnaby Rudge |
