Chapter 32 THE PADLOCKED DOOR AT WYNCOMB

The countenance of the new year was harsh, rugged, and gloomy-as of a stony-hearted, strong-minded new year, that had no idea of making his wintry aspect pleasant, or brightening the gloom of his infancy with any deceptive gleams of January sunshine. A bitter north wind made a dreary howling among the leafless trees, and swept across the broad bare