The furniture was quaint old carved stuff, full four hundred years old, and some of the smells were over a thousand.

There was a hook in the wall, which the landlord said the terrific old Goetz used to hang his iron hand on when he took it off to go to bed.

This room was very large--it might be called immense--and it was on the first floor; which means it was in the second story, for in Europe the houses are so high that they do not count the first story, else they would get tired climbing before they got to the top.

The wallpaper was a fiery red, with huge gold figures in it, well smirched by time, and it covered all the doors.

These doors fitted so snugly and continued the figures of the paper so unbrokenly, that when they were closed one had to go feeling and searching along the wall to find them.