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" ...]irrelevance, of littleness, of childish bravado, in sitting there puffing my cigarette-smoke into the face of such a past. I knew nothing of the history of Kerfol-I was new to Brittany, and Lanrivain had never mentioned the name to me till the day before-but one couldn't as much as glance at that pile without feeling in it a long accumulation of history. What kind of history I was not prepared to guess: perhaps only the sheer weight of many associated lives and deaths which gives a kind of majesty to all old houses. But the aspect of Kerfol suggested something more-a perspective of stern and cruel memories stretching away, like its own grey avenues, into a blur of darkness. Certainly no house had ever more completely and finally broken with the present. As it stood there, lifting its proud roofs and gables to the sky, it might have been its own funeral monument. "Tombs in the chapel? The whole place is a tomb " I reflected. I hoped more and more that the guardian would not come. The details of the place, however striking, would seem trivial compared with its collective impressiveness; and I wanted only to sit there and be penetrated by the weight of its silence. "It's the very place for you " Lanrivain had said; and I was overcome by the ...]."
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