midnight
She selected a few choice volumes from the library , and placed them in a large trunk , which was to contain her own wardrobe , and which she had decided upon keeping , if circumstances would permit . This had been her favorite room ; one window looked out upon the mountains , that lifted their heads in majestic grandeur , and seemed supporting the very clouds upon their lofty summits , while their jagged sides looked as though they would drop upon the valley below . But they had stood for ages the same , braving the fury of the wintry storm as its surging blasts swept over them , or parched by the burning rays of the noonday sun , as he poured his fierce scorching beams upon them . She had looked upon them too in the twilight hour , when the coming darkness would present strange , mysterious shadows , and the craggy rocks would assume the forms of men , and fancy would conjure up a lawless band of midnight plunderers emerging from their dark caves , upon the mountain side . But now she was looking out of that window perhaps for the last time , and the unbidden tear would spring to her eye . The books were nicely dusted , the comfortable stuffed rocking chair stood in its usual place where her father used to love to sit so well , and a splendid ottoman stood before it , which was usually her seat . Her elegant little chair covered with crimson velvet , stood by the window , where she ever loved to linger to look out upon the mountains , always finding some new trace of beauty , as she gazed upon their cloud capped summits .