A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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A FAERIE ROMANCE.                       147
companions; and none of them had ever crossed the threshold of his lodging in the top of one of the highest houses in the old town. Indeed, the secret of much of that complaisance which recommended him to his fellows, was the thought of his unknown retreat, whither in the evening he could betake him-self, and indulge undisturbed in his own studies and reveries. These studies, besides those subjects neces­sary to his course at the University, embraced some less commonly known and approved; for in a secret drawer lay the works of Albertus Magnus and Cornelius Agrippa, along with others less read and more abstruse. As yet, however, he had followed these researches only from curiosity, and had turned them to no practical purpose.
His lodging consisted of one large low-ceiled room, singularly bare of furniture; for besides a couple of wooden chairs, a couch which served for dreaming on both by day and night, and a great press of black oak, there was very little in the room that could be called furniture. But curious instru­ments were heaped in the corners; and in one stood a skeleton, half-leaning against the wall, half-supported bv a string; about its neck. One of its hands, all of fingers, rested on the heavy pommel of a great sword
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