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LONDON ANTIQUES.
a public edi?ce, and, as I iquity-ing, I ventured in, teps.

    Meeting no one eito oppose or rebuke my intrusion, I continued on until I found myself in a great y arcecture. At one end of ttles on eac tform, or dais, t of state, above  of a man in antique garb h a long robe, a ruff, and a venerable gray beard.

    tablis ic quiet and seclusion, and  a mysterious c I  met hreshold.

    Encouraged by ted myself in a recess of a large boed a broad ?ood of yellos from panes of colored glass,  in t summer air. able, I indulged in a sort of reverie about  ly been of monastic origin; pere establiss built of yore for tion of learning,  monk, in tude of ter, added page to page and volume to volume, emulating in tions of ude of ted.

    As I ed in t t manner t uttering a he lower end.

    I ruck iquated air comported yle of t venerable and mysterious pile. It s of ted years, about , in t of romance, to explore ured to myself a realm of sing in tre of substantial realities.

    My ramble led me terior courts and corridors and dilapidated cloisters, for tions and dependencies, built at various times and in various styles. In one open space a number of boys, o tablis,  ts, but everyles, sometimes sauntering alone, sometimes conversing in groups; to be to mind imes, augablis of t?

    to a crange and uncouts--implements of savage range idols and stuffed alligators; bottled serpents and monsters decorated telpiece; er of an old-fasead grinned a .

    I approaco reg
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