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was a small room, lined with wainscoting of the black oak, richly carved with that imagery—half fantastic, half religious—which marked the works of our industrious and imaginative forefathers. The height was quite disproportioned to the size; for the eye could with difficulty trace the rich colouring and fine outline of a group of angels, painted by some artist who had left a work, though not a name, behind. The window was large; but what with