I followed the housekeeper as she led the way timidly to my room.

As we passed into a dark hall in the wing, I noticed that it was closed by an iron gate with a grating.

Three of the doors on the corridor were likewise grated.

A strange noise, as of shuffling feet and the howling of infuriated animals, rang through the hall.

Bidding the housekeeper good night, and taking the candle, I entered my bedchamber.
I took off my dress, and, putting on a yellow flannel nightgown, which I could not help feeling did not agree with my complexion, I composed myself to rest by reading Blair's Rhetoric and Paley's Moral Philosophy.