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THE GREAT STONE FACE.
39
As I have said above, it had already been rumored in
the valley that Mr. Gathergold had turned out to be the
prophetic personage SO long and vainly looked for, and
that his visage was the perfect and undeniable similitude
of the Great Stone Face. People were the more ready
to believe that this must needs be the fact, when they be-
held the splendid edifice that rose, as if by enchantment,
on the site of his father's old weather-beaten farm-house.
The exterior was of marble, SO dazzlingly white that it
seemed as though the whole structure might melt away
in the sunshine, like those humbler ones which Mr. Gath-
ergold, in his young play-days, before his fingers were
gifted with the touch of transmutation, had been accus-
tomed to build of snow. It had a richly ornamented
portico, supported by tall pillars, beneath which was a
lofty door, studded with silver knobs, and made of a kind
of variegated wood that had been brought from beyond
the sea. The windows, from the floor to the ceiling of
each stately apartment, were composed, respectively, of
but one enormous pane of glass, SO transparently pure
that it was said to be a finer medium than even the va-
cant atmosphere. Hardly anybody had been permitted
to see the interior of this palace; but it was reported,
and with good semblance of truth, to be far more gor-
geous than the outside, insomuch that whatever was iron
or brass in other houses was silver or gold in this; and
Mr. Gathergold's bedchamber, especially, made such a
glittering appearance that no ordinary man would have
been able to close his eyes there. But, on the other
hand, Mr. Gathergold was now SO inured to wealth, that
perhaps he could not have closed his eyes unless where
the gleam of it was certain to find its way beneath his
eyelids.
In due time, the mansion was finished; next came the
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