"Dear old place!" he said half aloud; "Many and many a happy hour have I passed in it, loving it, reverencing it, honouring its every stone,--as all such relics of a chivalrous and gracious past deserve to be loved, reverenced and honoured. But I fear,--yes!--I fear I shall never again see it quite as I have seen it for the past ten years,--or as I see it now! New days, new ways! And I am not progressive. To me the old days and old ways are best!"




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