Quotation from: The Little Lady of the Big House

Written by: Jack London

Graham watched the lofty room grow loftier in the increasing shadows.
Eighty feet in length, rising two stories and a half from masonry
walls to tree-trunked roof, flung across with a flying gallery from
the rail of which hung skins of wild animals, hand-woven blankets of
Oaxaca and Ecuador, and tapas, woman-pounded and vegetable-dyed, from
the islands of the South Pacific, Graham knew it for what it was--a
feast-hall of some medieval castle; and almost he felt a poignant
sense of lack of the long spread table, with pewter below the salt and
silver above the salt, and with huge hound-dogs scuffling beneath for
bones.