Itlookedasifithadbeenbuiltofdiscardedthings，scrapsandfragmentsofotherbuildings，puttogetherwithcareandpains，bysomeonewhohadtriedtomakethemostofcast-offmaterial。
Therewassomethingpitifulandshamefacedaboutthehut。
Itshrankanddroopedandfadedinitsbarrenfield，andseemedtoclingonlybysufferancetotheedgeofthesplendidcity。
\"This，\"saidtheKeeperoftheGate，standingstillandspeakingwithalow，distinctvoice——\"thisisyourmansion，JohnWeightman。\"
Analmostintolerableshockofgrievedwonderandindignationchokedthemanforamomentsothathecouldnotsayaword。