Mr. Harewood, who had spent almost his whole
life under its shadow, and knew the history of almost every stone or
quarry of glass, was the best of lionisers, and gave her much
attention when he perceived how intelligent and appreciative she was.
He showed her the plan of the old conventual buildings, and she began
to unravel the labyrinth through which she had been hurried. The
Close and Deanery were modernised, but he valued the quaint old
corner where he lived for its genuine age. The old house now divided
between him and Mr. Shapcote had been the infirmary; and the long
narrow building opposite, between the Bailey and the cloister, had
been the lodgings either of lay-brothers or servants. There being few
boarders at the Cathedral school, they had always been lodged in the
long narrow room, with the second master in a little closet shut off
from them. Cherry was favoured with a glance at Lance's little
corner, with the old-fashioned black oak bedstead, solid but unsteady
table and stool, the equally old press, and the book-case he had made
himself with boards begged from his friend the carpenter. A
photograph and drawing or two, and a bat, completed the plenishing.
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