I don't think I will come and see her here when she is married." With which reflection she returned to the house, and, after disturbing Mr.Alwynn, who was deep in a catalogue of the Danvers manuscripts, in which it was his firm conviction that he should find some mention of the charters, she went into the library, and wondered which of the several thousands of books would interest her till the others came in.
The library was a large room, the walls of which were lined with books from the floor to the ceiling.

In order to place the higher shelves within reach, a light balcony of polished oak ran round the four walls, about equidistant from the floor and the ceiling.

Ruth went up the tiny corkscrew staircase in the wall, which led to the balcony, and settling herself comfortably in the low, wide window-seat, took out one volume after another of those that came within her reach.

These shelves by the window where she was sitting had somehow a different look to the rest.
Old books and new, white vellum and card-board, were herded together without any apparent order, and with no respect of bindings.

Here a splendid morocco "Novum Organum" was pushed in beside a cheap and much worn edition of Marcus Aurelius; there Emerson and Plato and Shakespeare jostled each other on the same shelf, while, just below, "Don Quixote" was pressed into the uncongenial society of Carlyle on one side and Confucius on the other.