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the fair…haired woman watching from the postbox had seen what had happened。 “all right； tom。 let her take it。” the girl took the paper from my hand without looking at me。 “say thank you；” the mother called。 the children did so in restrained voices； then turned their backs from me and leaped thankfully away。 this time the woman lifted her daughter up to reach the bin； and in doing so looked at me again； eyeing my camera with veiled curiosity。
angelfield was not a place where i could be invisible。
she offered a reserved smile。 “enjoy your walk；” she said； and then she turned to follow her children； who were already running back along the street toward the cottages。
i watched them go。
the children ran； swooping and diving around each other； as though attached by an invisible cord。 they switched direction at random； made unpredictable changes of speed； with telepathic synchronicity。 they were two dancers； moving to the same inner music； two leaves caught up in the same breeze。 it was uncanny and perfectly familiar。 i’d have liked to watch them longer； but； fearful that they might turn and catch me staring； i pulled myself away。
after a few hundred yards the lodge gates came into view。 the gates themselves were not only closed but welded to the ground and each other by writhing twists of ivy that wove in and out of the elaborate metalwork。 over the gates； a pale stone arch sat high above the road； its sides extending into two small single…room buildings with windows。 in one window a piece of paper was displayed。 inveterate reader that i am； i couldn’t resist； i clambered through the long wet grass to read it。 but it was a ghost notice。 the colored logo of a construction pany had survived； but beneath it； two pale gray stains the shape of paragraphs and； slightly darker but not much； the shadow of a signature。 it had the shape of writing； but the meaning had been bleached out by months of sunshine。
preparing to walk a long way around the boundary to find a way in； i had taken only a few steps when i came to a small wooden gate set in a wall with nothing but a latch to fasten it。 in an instant i was inside。
the drive had once been graveled； but now the pebbles underfoot were interspersed with bare earth and scrubby grass。 it led in a long curve to a small stone and flint church with a lych…gate； then curved the other way； behind a sweep of trees and shrubs that obscured the view。 on each side the borders were overgrown； branches of different bushes were fighting for space and at their feet grass and weeds were creeping into whatever spaces they could find。
i walked toward the church。 rebuilt in victorian times； it retained the modesty of its medieval origins。 small and neat； its spire indicated the direction of heaven without trying to pierce a hole in it。 the church was positioned at the apex of the gravel curve； as i drew closer my eye veered away from the lych…gate and toward the vista that was opening up on the other side of me。 with each step； the view widened and widened； until at last the pale mass of stone that was angelfield house appeared and i stopped dead in my tracks。
the house sat at an awkward angle。 arriving from the drive； you came upon a corner； and it was not at all clear which side of the house was the front。 it was as though the house knew it ought to meet its arriving visitors face…on； but at the last minute couldn’t repress the impulse to turn back and gaze upon the deer park and the woodlands at the end of the terraces。 the visitor was met not by a weling smile but by a cold shoulder。
this sense of awkwardness was only increased by the other aspects of its appearance。 the house was of asymmetrical construction。 three great bays； each one four stories high； stood out from the body of the house； their twelve tall and wide windows offering the only order and harmony the facade could muster。 in the rest of the house； the windows were a higgledy…piggledy arrangement； no two alike； none level with its neighbor whether left and right or up and down。 above the third floor； a balustrade tried to hold the disparate architecture together in a single embrace； but here and there a jutting stone； a partial bay； an awkward window； were too much for it； it disappeared only to start up again the other side of the obstacle。 above this balustrade there rose an uneven roofline of towers； turrets and chimney stacks； the color of honey。
a ruin？ most of the golden stone looked as clean and as fresh as the day it had been quarried。 of course the elaborate stonework of the turrets looked a little worn； the balustrading was crumbling in places； but all the same； it was hardly a ruin。 to see it then； with the blue sky behind it； birds flying around its towers and the grass green round about； i had no difficulty at all in imagining the place inhabited。
then i put my glasses on； and realized。
the windows were empty of glass and the frames had rotted or burned away。 what i had taken for shadows over the windows on the right…hand side were fire stains。 and the birds swooping in the sky above the house were not diving down behind the building but inside it。 there was no roof。 it was not a house but only a shell。
i took my glasses off again and the scene reverted to an intact elizabethan house。 might one get a sense of brooding menace if the sky were painted indigo and the moon suddenly clouded over？ perhaps。 but against today’s cloudless blue the scene was innocence itself。
a barrier stretched across the drive。 attached to it was a notice。 danger。 keep out。 noticing a join in the fence where the sections were just lodged together； i shifted a panel； slipped inside and pulled it to behind me。
skirting the cold shoulder i came to the front of the house。 between the first and second bays； six broad； low steps led up to a paneled double door。 the steps were flanked by a pair of low pedestals； on which were mounted two giant cats carved out of some dark； polished material。 the undulations of their anatomy were so persuasively carved that； running my fingers over one； i half expected fur； was startled by the cool hardness of the stone。
it was the ground…floor window of the third bay th