Part 30 (2/2)
”I don't know about that Why not? Do you mean to say that the Italians are inferior to the Americans in architecture? Pooh, man!
in America there is no architecture at all; while here, in every little town, they have so wonderful”
”O, well, you know they are very clumsy in practical matters, in spite of their Artistic superiority But apart fro that this is only a part of soe castle, and this lumber as, perhaps, once the main support of a massive roof So, after all, it would have its use”
David said nothing for so earnestly at the ork
”I'll tell you what it is,” said he, at last ”I've got it It isn't a castle at all It's a windmill”
”A windmill!” exclaimed Clive, contemptuously ”What nonsense!
It's an old tower--the keep of some mediaeval castle”
”It's a wind bea pieces They were once part of so wheel Why, of course, it's a windoes outside for the fans to be attached to it This big cross-beam was the shaft Of course that's it”
Clive looked very much crest-fallen at this He was unable to disprove a fact of which the evidences were now so plain; but he struggled to er the respectability of his feudal castle
”Well,” said he, ”I dare say it may have been used afterwards for a windinally built as a baronial hall, soo to ruin; and then, I dare say, some miller fellow has taken possession of the keep, and torn off the turrets and battleed up this roof with the beams, and thus turned it into a windht,” said David ”Of course it's impossible to tell”
”O, but I'hed
”O, then,” said he, ”in that case, I've got nothing to say about it at all”
In spite of his reiterated conviction in the baronial castle, Clive was unable to prevent an expression of disgust fro discernible on his fine face, and without another word, he turned to go down
David followed close after hi of the ladder, he was startled by a noise below It caots, and was of the , growling, snapping noise; an indescribable medley of peculiar sounds
Clive instantly drew back his foot, as though he had trodden on a snake
”What's the matter?” cried David, in amazement
”Didn't you hear it?”
”Hear what?”
”Why, that noise!”
”Noise?”
”Yes”
”What noise?”
Clive's eyes opened wide, and he said in a low, agitated whisper,--