It was the same dark place as ever every room dismal and silent as it was wont to be, and every ghostly article of furniture in its customary place. The iron heart of the grim old clock, undistributed by all the noise without, still beat heavily within its dusty case the tottering presses slunk from the sight, as usual, in their melancholy corners the echoes of footsteps returned the same dreary sound the long-legged spider paused in his nimble run, and, scared by the sight of men in that his dull domain, hung motionless on the wall, counterfeiting death until they should have passed him by.
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