... seclusion) to light on the trees rising above that unspeakable ravine, black with memories she felt strangely like forgetting to- night. Beyond ... how it stood out on the bluff! it had never seemed to stand out more threateningly! ... the bifurcated mass of dismal ruin from which men had turned their eyes these many years now! But the moon loved it; caressed it; dallied with it, lighting up its toppling chimney and empty, staring gable. There, where the black streak could be seen, she had stood with the judge in that struggle ... — Dark Hollow • Anna Katharine Green
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