My books, I saw, were lost; for the rain poured past the bookcases, as if it had been the Colonarie River.

But we carried a good deal of furniture into the passage at the entrance; we set Susan there on a sofa, and the Black Housekeeper was even attempting to get her some breakfast.

The house, however, began to shake so violently, and the rain was so searching, that she could not stay there long.

She went into her own room and I stayed to see what could be done.
"Under the forepart of the house, there are cellars built of stone, but not arched.

To these, however, there was no access except on the outside; and I knew from my own experience that Susan could not have gone a step beyond the door, without being carried away by the storm, and probably killed on the spot.