He insisted on carrying my luggage along the passage, and then up a great winding stair, and along another great passage, on whose stone floor our steps rang heavily. At the end of this he threw open a heavy door, and I rejoiced to see within a well-lit room in which a table was spread for supper, and on whose mighty hearth a great fire of logs, freshly replenished, flamed and flared.

The Count halted, putting down my bags, closed the door, and crossing the room, opened another door, which led into a small octagonal room lit by a single lamp, and seemingly without a window of any sort. Passing through this, he opened another door, and motioned me to enter. It was a welcome sight. For here was a great bedroom well lighted and warmed with another log fire, also added to but lately, for the top logs were fresh, which sent a hollow roar up the wide chimney. The Count himself left my luggage inside and withdrew, saying, before he closed the door.

"You will need, after your journey, to refresh yourself by taking a quick wash. I trust you will find all you wish. When you are ready, come into the other room, where you will find your supper prepared."

Vocabulary:

Winding: Always twisting and turning.
Hearth: Fireplace
Replenished: Given a fresh supply
Flared: To push out strong flames
Octagonal: With eight sides
But: Here it means 'only' or 'just'