The Holly-Tree eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 50 pages of information about The Holly-Tree.
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The Holly-Tree eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 50 pages of information about The Holly-Tree.

I thought I had never seen such a large room as that into which they showed me.  It had five windows, with dark red curtains that would have absorbed the light of a general illumination; and there were complications of drapery at the top of the curtains, that went wandering about the wall in a most extraordinary manner.  I asked for a smaller room, and they told me there was no smaller room.

They could screen me in, however, the landlord said.  They brought a great old japanned screen, with natives (Japanese, I suppose) engaged in a variety of idiotic pursuits all over it; and left me roasting whole before an immense fire.

My bedroom was some quarter of a mile off, up a great staircase at the end of a long gallery; and nobody knows what a misery this is to a bashful man who would rather not meet people on the stairs.  It was the grimmest room I have ever had the nightmare in; and all the furniture, from the four posts of the bed to the two old silver candle-sticks, was tall, high-shouldered, and spindle-waisted.  Below, in my sitting-room, if I looked round my screen, the wind rushed at me like a mad bull; if I stuck to my arm-chair, the fire scorched me to the colour of a new brick.  The chimney-piece was very high, and there was a bad glass—­what I may call a wavy glass—­above it, which, when I stood up, just showed me my anterior phrenological developments,—­and these never look well, in any subject, cut short off at the eyebrow.  If I stood with my back to the fire, a gloomy vault of darkness above and beyond the screen insisted on being looked at; and, in its dim remoteness, the drapery of the ten curtains of the five windows went twisting and creeping about, like a nest of gigantic worms.

I suppose that what I observe in myself must be observed by some other men of similar character in themselves; therefore I am emboldened to mention, that, when I travel, I never arrive at a place but I immediately want to go away from it.  Before I had finished my supper of broiled fowl and mulled port, I had impressed upon the waiter in detail my arrangements for departure in the morning.  Breakfast and bill at eight.  Fly at nine.  Two horses, or, if needful, even four.

Tired though I was, the night appeared about a week long.  In cases of nightmare, I thought of Angela, and felt more depressed than ever by the reflection that I was on the shortest road to Gretna Green.  What had I to do with Gretna Green?  I was not going that way to the Devil, but by the American route, I remarked in my bitterness.

In the morning I found that it was snowing still, that it had snowed all night, and that I was snowed up.  Nothing could get out of that spot on the moor, or could come at it, until the road had been cut out by labourers from the market-town.  When they might cut their way to the Holly-Tree nobody could tell me.

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