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Updated: May 18, 2025
Avoiding our club table, I took what little nourishment I could at a modest restaurant, and restlessly paced the moonlit streets until eight o'clock, when I found myself in front of one of those low-gabled colonial houses which, on less soul-shaking occasions, had exercised a great charm on my imagination.
Pierre drove us straight into paradise; for here, at last, within the courtyard, was the inn we had come to seek. A group of low-gabled buildings surrounded an open court. All of the buildings were timbered, the diagonal beams of oak so old they were black in the sun, and the snowy whiteness of fresh plaster made them seem blacker still.
Avoiding our club table, I took what little nourishment I could at a modest restaurant, and restlessly paced the moonlit streets until eight o'clock, when I found myself in front of one of those low-gabled colonial houses which, on less soul-shaking occasions, had exercised a great charm on my imagination.
A vine-covered gateway led from this into the grassy stretch that surrounded the low-gabled house. "Hey-o! Sweetheart!" called Jerry in a clear voice. In answer came a chorus of joyful yelping.
Avoiding our club table, I took what little nourishment I could at a modest restaurant, and restlessly paced the moonlit streets until eight o'clock, when I found myself in front of one of those low-gabled colonial houses which, on less soul-shaking occasions, had exercised a great charm on my imagination.
He lounged at the door of the low-gabled cottage, looking out into the village street with a moody and sullen countenance. He drank a great deal, and swore not a little, and led altogether as dissolute a life as it was possible to lead in that peaceful village. No sooner had Mr.
Above the doorway, under a low-gabled roof, hung a cracked and mouldering sign-board, bearing the words "Ann Holland, Saddler." All the letters were faded, yet a keen eye might detect that the name "Ann" was more distinct than the others, as if painted at a later date.
And her face was soft with a light of utter contentment, for under that low-gabled roof she was finding strength to hope for the recovery of her lost treasure, without which life would seem a void. Then for a moment she looked down the village Road, across which the trees were casting long afternoon shadows and along which was flowing the tide of late afternoon social life.
The low-gabled warehouses stood round Queenhithe and Billingsgate; the Custom House was thronged with those who came to pay their tolls and clear their dues; the broad court of the Steelyard covered with boxes, bales, and casks, some exposed, some under sheds stretched southward, behind its three great gates. On the river-side stood its stately Hall.
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