For it was nothing more than a gallery, broader at the ends than the sides, with a railed open space, through which one could look down to the floor below.

Some of the doors were open and she peeped into the rooms, but saw nothing which induced her to enter them.

Having made the circuit of the gallery, she reached a narrow staircase which wound still higher upward.
"I must go up," she said; "I cannot help it." Arrived at the top of these stairs, Miriam held up her candle and looked about her.

She was in a great, wide, magnificent, glorious garret! Her soul swelled.

To own such a garret was almost too much joy! It was the realization of a thousand dreams.
Slowly advancing, she beheld fascinations on every side.