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Stanford was a house where Lady Letty had spent some of her happiest days. It had mattered nothing to her that it was a wild, desolate, tumbledown old place, by no means healthy, but picturesque to a degree.
It had been the cradle of her race, for here, five hundred years ago, the Stanboroughs had started on a career that covered the wild and adventurous all over the world. It still preserved its castle-like aspect; the stone walls had resisted the assaults of time, and part of the old moat remained. Up to some five years ago the draw-bridge had been intact. The present head of the family had disposed of everything of value, and the Jews who had a claim on the estate had taken away pictures and china and rare pieces of tapestry.