Everything was intensely still, and as yet
there seemed no sign of human habitation. Suddenly a low whirring sound
broke upon their ears, and Errington, who was a little in advance of his
companion, paused abruptly with a smothered exclamation, and drew back
on tip-toe, catching Lorimer by the arm.
"By Jove!" he whispered excitedly, "we've come right up to the very
windows of the house. Look!"
Lorimer obeyed, and for once, the light jest died upon his tips.
Surprise and admiration held him absolutely silent.
CHAPTER V.
"Elle filait et souriait--et je crois qu'elle enveloppa mon coeur
avec son fil."--HEINE.
Before them, close enough for their outstretched hands to have touched
it, was what appeared to be a framed picture, exquisitely painted,--a
picture perfect in outline matchless in color, faultless in detail,--but
which was in reality nothing but a large latticed window thrown wide
open to admit the air. They could now see distinctly through the shadows
cast by the stately pines, a long, low, rambling house, built roughly,
but strongly, of wooden rafters, all overgrown with green and blossoming
creepers; but they scarcely glanced at the actual building, so strongly
was their attention riveted on the one window before them.
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