The Secret Of Willow Castle - A Historical Gothic Romance Novel - Plot & Excerpts
As I roamed the halls I jumped at every shadow, wondering whether I had perhaps caught a glimpse of the shade of poor Lady Angela. Every time I heard my solitary footsteps echoing in the flagstoned passageways, I thought I heard her delicate gait pattering beside me, behind me, disappearing round corners ahead of me. And every time I heard a rumble of distant thunder my heart leapt into my mouth, half-expecting the Devil himself to appear and demand a new opponent for his games. Sir Montague’s routine continued as before. He kept to his study, sat taciturn at mealtimes, frequently disappeared on business for days at a time, and occasionally he came to my bed at night. I continued to read voraciously, delighting in my unrestricted access to unlimited supplies of books, and I took my sketchbook to one window after another to draw the stormy landscapes. I was even able to resume my piano practise. The castle had rather a fine instrument, which Mervyn had made a brave attempt at tuning for me.
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