This had already been done when Kristian Koppig first began to look at them from his solitary dormer window.
All the features of the building lead me to guess that it is a remnant of the old Spanish Barracks, whose extensive structure fell by government sale into private hands a long time ago.

At the end toward the swamp a great, oriental-looking passage is left, with an arched entrance, and a pair of ponderous wooden doors.

You look at it, and almost see Count O'Reilly's artillery come bumping and trundling out, and dash around into the ancient Plaza to bang away at King St.
Charles's birthday.
I do not know who lives there now.

You might stand about on the opposite _banquette_ for weeks and never find out.

I suppose it is a residence, for it does not look like one.