A Haunted House: Virginia Woolf [4 of 7]

• A moment later the light had faded. Out in the garden then? But the trees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun.
• So fine, so rare, coolly sunk beneath the surface the beam I sought always burned behind the glass. Death was the glass;
• death was between us, coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the windows;
• the rooms were darkened. He left it, left her, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky; sought the house, found
• it dropped beneath the Downs. "Safe, safe, safe," the pulse of the house beat gladly. 'The Treasure yours."