.. there could
be no doubt whatever about it. A hymn spoke of "Gates of Hell" ...
of course they just called it the heating furnace to avoid
frightening him. The little boy became acutely conscious of his
misdeeds. He had taken ... no, stolen an apple from the nursery
pantry and had eaten it. Against all orders he had played with the
taps in the sink. The burden of his iniquities pressed heavily on
him; remembering the encouraging warnings Mrs. Fairchild, of The
Fairchild Family, gave her offspring as to their certain ultimate
destiny when they happened to break any domestic rule, he simply
dared not pass those fiery apertures alone. With his hand in that
of his friend Joseph, the footman, it was quite another matter.
Out of gratitude, he addressed Joseph as "Mr. Greatheart," but
Joseph, probably unfamiliar with the Pilgrim's Progress, replied
that his name was Smith.
The interminable labyrinth of passages threaded, the warm,
comfortable housekeeper's room, with its red curtains, oak presses
and a delicious smell of spice pervading it, was a real haven of
rest.
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