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Under the rude old Town Hall at Carlisle there was a shop which was kept by a dealer in second-hand books.

The floor within was paved, and the place was lighted at night by two lamps, which swung from the beams of the ceilings.

At one end a line of shelves served to separate from the more public part of the shop a little closet of a room, having a fire, and containing in the way of furniture a table, two or three chairs, and a stuffed settle.
In this closet, within a week of the events just narrated, a man of sinister aspect, whom we have met more than once already in other scenes, sat before a fire.
"Not come down yet, Pengelly ?" said, this man to the bookseller, a tottering creature in a long gown and velvet skull cap.
"Not yet." "Will he ever come?
It's all a fool's errand, too, I'll swear it is." Then twisting his shoulders as though shivering, he added,-- "Bitter cold, this shop of yours." "Warmer than Doomsdale, eh ?" replied the bookseller with a grin as he busied himself dusting his shelves.
The other chuckled.

He took a stick that lay on the hearth and broke the fire into a sharp blaze.