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The

old-fashioned

brass

knocker on

the low

arched

door,

ornamented

with

carved

garlands

of fruit

and

flowers,

twinkled

like a

star; the

two stone

steps

descending

to the

door were

as white

as if they

had been

covered

with fair

linen; and

all the

angles and

corners,

and

carvings

and

mouldings,

and quaint

little

panes of

glass, and

quainter

little

windows,

though as

old as the

hills,

were as

pure as

any snow

that ever

fell upon