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Excerpt from Millbank, or Roger Irving's Ward: A Novel Avery window and shutter at Millbank was closed. Knots of crape were streaming from the bell knobs, and all around the house there was that deep hush which Only the presence Of death can inspire. Indoors there was a kind of twilight gloom pervading the rooms, and the servants spoke in whispers whenever they came near the chamber where the Old squire lay in his handsome coffin, waiting the arrival of Roger, who had been in St. Louis when his father died, and who was expected home on the night when our story Opens. Squire Irving had died suddenly in the act Of writing to his boy Roger, and when found by Old Aleck, his hand was grasp ing the pen, and his head was resting on the letter he would never finish. Heart disease was the verdict Of the inquest, and then the electric wires carried the news of his decease to Roger, and to the widow Of the squire's eldest son, who lived on Lexington avenue, New York, and who always called her self Mrs. Walter Scott Irving, fancying that in some way the united names of two so illustrious authors as Irving and Scott shed a kind Of literary halo upon one who bore them. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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