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First published January 1, 1904
Before his time the Hall had been a fine block of the mellowest red brick; but Sir Richard had travelled in Italy and become infected with the Italian taste, and, having more money than his predecessors, he determined to leave an Italian palace where he had found an English house. So stucco and ashlar masked the brick; some indifferent Roman marbles were planted about in the entrance-hall and gardens; a reproduction of the Sibyl’s temple at Tivoli was erected on the opposite bank of the mere; and Castringham took on an entirely new, and, I must say, a less engaging, aspect. But it was much admired, and served as a model to a good many of the neighbouring gentry in after-years.No sooner had I read this passage than I was certain Sir Richard was fated to die a horrible death. For a devoted antiquarian like M.R. James, desecrating an old English house is a serious crime, a crime that must be punished . . . kind of like high school sex in the horror flicks of the 1970’s.