Chapter 19

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​⁠The library looked tranquil enough as I entered it, and the Sibyl—if Sibyl she were—was seated snugly enough in an easy-chair at the chimney-corner. She had on a red cloak and a black bonnet: or rather, a broad-brimmed gipsy hat, tied down with a striped handkerchief under her chin. An extinguished candle stood on the table; she was bending over the fire, and seemed reading in a little black book,