The Robber, A Tale.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Robber, A Tale.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 17th century -- Fiction
Such was the house which Langford and his companion now approached;
and, as far as the darkness of the hour suffered its outline to appear,
it seemed to the former to be a tall heavy tower of stonework, with
four small windows on the side next to them. Beneath its protection,
and attached to it on one side, with the gable end turned towards the
road, was a lower building with a high peaked roof of slates; and close
by, another mass of masonry, apparently the ruins of a church or
chapel. The light that the horsemen had seen came from one of the upper
windows of the tower; but there were lights also in the less elevated
building by its side. A low wall stood before the whole, enclosing a
little neglected garden; and through a gate which stood open in this
wall, Franklin Gray led his companion in, and up to the door of the
tower. There, beside the door, stood the ancient steps which many a
burly cavalier in the Hudibrastic days, and in days long before that,
had employed to mount his horse's back; and there, too, on either side
of the entrance, was many a ring, staple, and hook, for the purpose of
fastening up the troopers' horses, while their masters rested or
caroused in the hall hard by.
Having attached their bridles to two of these hooks, Franklin Gray and
his companion proceeded to seek admission into the tower. To gain this,
Gray first struck the door three or four times distinctly with his
heavy hand. The moment he had done so, a light step was heard running
along within, and after manifold bolts and bars had been withdrawn, the
boy Jocelyn threw open the door; and Langford followed his companion
into a low narrow entrance hall, on the right of which was another
door, and at the end a dim flight of stone steps leading apparently to
the upper apartments.
Scarcely, however, had the foot of Franklin Gray fallen three times on
that stone passage, when a light came gleaming down the stairs, and the
next instant the flutter of a woman's garments was seen, as she
descended with a step of joy. She was as lovely a creature as the eye
of man ever rested upon, though the first years of youthful grace were
passed, and though the sun of a warmer land than this had dyed her skin
with a rich brown. Her eyes--her large full liquid eyes--were as black
as jet, and the long dark fringe that edged both the upper and the
under lid left but little of the white visible. The glossy black hair,
divided on the forehead, was tied in a large massy knot behind, without
any ornament whatsoever; but along the whole line might be traced a
strong undulation, which told that, if free, it would have fallen in
ringlets round her face; and even as it was, two or three thick curls
escaped from the knot behind, and hung in glossy masses on her neck.
Her age might be three or four and twenty, and her form had the fulness
of that age, but without having lost any of the symmetry of youth.
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