A Haunted House: Virginia Woolf [3 of 7]

• The windowpanes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves were green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing room,
• the apple only turned its yellow side. Yet, the moment after, if the door was opened, spread about the floor, hung upon the walls,
• pendant from the ceiling--what? My hands were empty. The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet;
• from the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its bubble of sound. "Safe, safe, safe" the pulse of the house beat softly.
• "The treasure buried; the room . . ." the pulse stopped short. Oh, was that the buried treasure?