How false I find the grinning reliefs lining the molding of this stoney passage. Fat, smiling, toothless, each jocund countenance is only a mask; the truth is in the eyes, mere hollow recesses underscoring the medley of false friendliness with that unsettling intensity.
Further shadows lie beyond the weathered columns to my right and my left, and growing shadows here, as the day ends, in this courtyard between the two wings of this ruined house.
I am told it was something of an ancient college, but my imagination cannot place students under the terrible auspices of these oddly decorated eves.
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