The Oval Portrait

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠The château into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night in the open air, was one of those piles of commingled gloom and grandeur which have so long frowned among the Appennines, not less in fact than in the fancy of Mrs. Radcliffe. To all appearance it had been temporarily and very lately abandoned. We esta