"You are all right?"—anxiously. She was
marvellously pretty, but he was not quite sure—yet—that it was advisable for
him to sit with her in so public a place. One
called Waterman's Hall, a horrible place adjoining the postern under the gate,
whence, through a small barred aperture, they solicited alms from the
passengers: the other, a large chamber, denominated My Lady's Hold, was
situated in the highest part of the jail, at the northern extremity. I've watched this lad—this
Sheppard—from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myself little
about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose. Instead of English villas and cottages there
were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald
and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such
shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before.
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