Near the start of Chapter 9:
They were in a small vestibule, with doors opening to the right and left. The beaming Mrs. Brennan went to the right, and following her with her eye, [Laura] caught a glimpse of a committee room decorated in the modern style and furnished with a long table and many chairs, and beyond it a swinging door leading to a kitchen, into which the old lady vanished. English led Laura to the left, and together they walked into a sunlit, old-fashioned library which might have been transported detail by detail from a cinema setting for a story of rich Tories in the American Revolution. It was, in fact, a replica of one of the replicas in the Williamsburg restoration of colonial homes; the wraith of a wraith, its quality of other-worldliness heightened by its forlorn setting atop a building full of fearfully New things. A real fire burned in a real stone chimney, and a wisp of real smoke even brought a sting to the eyes, due to a really faulty draft.
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