It amused me, and was as pretty as poetry.

I liked 'em all, and most wore out Sintram.

See how used up he is! Then I came to this, and it sort of fitted that other happy part of my life, last summer--here.' Dan stopped a moment as the words lingered on his lips; then, with a long breath, went on, as if it was hard to lay bare the foolish little romance he had woven about a girl, a picture, and a child's story there in the darkness of the place which was as terrible to him as Dante's Inferno, till he found his Beatrice.
'I couldn't sleep, and had to think about something, so I used to fancy I was Folko, and see the shining of Aslauga's hair in the sunset on the wall, the gum of the watchman's lamp, and the light that came in at dawn.

My cell was high.

I could see a bit of sky; sometimes there was a star in it, and that was most as good as a face.