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Updated: July 10, 2025
The nineteenth-century Gothic windows, narrow and pointed, admitted the light grudgingly; in spite of the brilliant July weather, the room was sombre. Brown varnished bookshelves lined the walls, filled with row upon row of those thick, heavy theological works which the second-hand booksellers generally sell by weight.
Upon the wall, above the sideboard, was an old framed lithograph of Miss Della Fox in "Wang"; over the bookshelves there was another lithograph purporting to represent Mr. John L. Sullivan in a boxing costume, and beside it a halftone reproduction of "A Reading From Horner."
"Asleep, I dare say," muttered Mr. Sheldon, "invalid and nurse both." He exchanged his boots for slippers, which he kept in a little cupboard below the bookshelves, among old newspapers, and went softly from the room. The gas was burning dimly on the stairs and on the landing above. He opened the door of the invalid's room softly, and went in. Mrs. Woolper was seated beside the bed.
She had recoiled against the bookshelves reaching to the ceiling; her dark head leaned against Gibbon's Roman Empire, her eyes in a sort of soft grey agony were fixed on Val. And he, who had not much gift of insight, had suddenly a gleam of vision. She would be proud of her brother that enemy! She would be ashamed of him! His hands came out of his pockets as if lifted by a spring.
The footman, having already observed that the amazing visitor was not only pretty but chic, decided to obey. "Mees Maxwell," he announced at the door of the library, and leaving the lady to explain herself, discreetly vanished. Schuyler was in the act of selecting from his bookshelves a few favourite volumes to take with him from this home of peace, back to the hurly-burly.
"The clergyman had had bookshelves made to fit the study, and a splendid antique sideboard to fitanitch " Mrs. Cotton spoke fast, and the last three words ran bewilderingly into one. "But he sold the house AT ONCE! Yes, indeed, Lady Isabel! Weren't his daughters' souls more to him than bookshelves?"
Now, had that been Louise I would have been 'hoppin', but, girls, you see, we take everything from Madge." "Yes, anything from her is worth coming from Halifax to hear," exclaimed Helen Rushton, rising from her position and crossing over to the range of bookshelves that adorned the opposite walls. "Well, it's no use; I'm out of my element here. I can't get up to your high-toned talk.
For, chancing to raise his heavy and disgusted eyes to the bookshelves in front of him, they rested on one particular book, and on the back of this book stood out in big gilt letters the word There were other words on its back, but this one alone stood out, and it had all the effect of a revelation. There. That was it. Of course. That was the way out. Why the devil hadn't Alice thought of that?
There is also an upholstered square stool in the middle of the room, against the writing-table. The walls are covered with bookshelves above and lockers beneath. The door opens; and another gentleman, shorter than the clerical one, within a year or two of the same age, dressed in a well-worn tweed lounge suit, with a short beard and much less style in his bearing and carriage, looks in.
The true King, as guide of the practical, has ever something of the Pontiff in him, guide of the spiritual, from which all practice has its rise. This too is a true saying, That the King is head of the Church. But we will leave the Polemic stuff of a dead century to lie quiet on its bookshelves.
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