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igo beds and inactive wardrober hich belonged perhaps fo the vanished
fle lets brushed the' walls wit unkempt branches, and' torney of ferent pincer of sole age. Oude In he fatten one deep Shadows into the wide and gloomy verandahs: Here the centuries snuber, Snd forgotten generations ater to peep tin the dors atthe thin title of modern traffic that flows by.
The grounds are ednsiderably reduced in size, and public streets occupy two sides of the now restricted. property. Yet the sounds from without rarely accentuate the stillness within: Vand the glare of the sunbaked road only throws into stronger relief the Seep pools of shade in which the ancient building crouches.
"The rest house was not empty when.
arrived that afternoon. "Two guests were occupying the room opposite mine, and. the dining-room lay. be~ tween us At-dinner I met the lady Sif, formal person, with a pre-Jeise and acid voice. She did not thaw AMI after the fish, and only slightly then. To avoid the awkwardness of silence we talked conventionally of this and that. She said her husband was gone out to dine with business friends and would be back presently and after the meal she withdrew.
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