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CHAPTER 35The TokensAnd slight, withal, may be the things that bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside forever; it may be a sound, A flower, the wind, the ocean, which shall wound,- Striking the electric chain wherewith we’re darkly bound. Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Can. 4. THE sitting-room of Legree’s establishment was a large, long room, with a wide, ample fireplace. It had once been hung with showy and expensive paper, which now hung mouldering, torn and discolored, from the damp walls. The place had that peculiar sickening, unwholesome smell, compounded of mingled damp, dirt, and decay, which one often notices in close old houses. The wall-pa- per was defaced, in spots, by slops of beer and wine; or garnished with chalk memorandums, and long sums footed up, as if somebody had been practising arit- hmetic there. In the fireplace stood a brazier full of burning charcoal; for though the weather was not cold, the evenings always seemed damp and chilly in that great room; and Legree, moreover, wanted a place to light his cigars, and heat his water for punch. The ruddy glare of the charcoal displayed the confused and un- promising aspect of the room,- saddles, bridles, several sorts of harness, riding- |
