And I'm glad to see he's having his fire kindled up, for it's chilly after the wet, and the Cathedral had both a damp feel and a damp touch this afternoon, and he was very shivery.' They all three look towards an old stone gatehouse crossing the Close, with an arched thoroughfare passing beneath it.

Through its latticed window, a fire shines out upon the fast-darkening scene, involving in shadow the pendent masses of ivy and creeper covering the building's front.

As the deep Cathedral-bell strikes the hour, a ripple of wind goes through these at their distance, like a ripple of the solemn sound that hums through tomb and tower, broken niche and defaced statue, in the pile close at hand.
'Is Mr.Jasper's nephew with him ?' the Dean asks.
'No, sir,' replied the Verger, 'but expected.

There's his own solitary shadow betwixt his two windows--the one looking this way, and the one looking down into the High Street--drawing his own curtains now.' 'Well, well,' says the Dean, with a sprightly air of breaking up the little conference, 'I hope Mr.Jasper's heart may not be too much set upon his nephew.

Our affections, however laudable, in this transitory world, should never master us; we should guide them, guide them.