Well, here's our house." The carriage drew up under the porte-cocher of a mansion built of cobble-stones.

It was as strong as a battlement, but its outlines curved in obedience to gracefulness and yielded to the demand of striking effect.

Viewed from one point it might have been taken for a castle; from another, it suggested itself as a spireless church.
Strangers halted to gaze at it; street laborers looked at it in admiration.

It was showy in a neighborhood of mansions.
Mrs.Witherspoon led Henry to the threshold and tremulously kissed him.

And it was with this degree of welcome that the wanderer was shown into his home..