THE DRESS/CASTLES IN SPAIN
The attic of the manor house was a vast, the shadows lying deep among the rafters and the huge oak hammer beams, which supported the roof. The only light came from a pair of round windows in end wall, and three dim bulbs. What could be seen of the floor between the heaps of materials, and trunks and boxes, consisted of wide oak planks, their surfaces pitted and scored, and warped and buckled with age. Julia stood at the head of the attic stairs, her face pale, and her breathing rapid and... Sign in to see full entry.