As they passed the door of the room he had proposed to rob, she shuddered and looked up into his face.

What a white face was that, and with what a look did he meet hers! She took him to her own chamber, and, still holding him by the hand as if she feared to lose him for an instant, gathered together the little stock she had, and hung her basket on her arm.

The old man took his wallet from her hands and strapped it on his shoulders--his staff, too, she had brought away--and then she led him forth.
Through the strait streets, and narrow crooked outskirts, their trembling feet passed quickly.

Up the steep hill too, crowned by the old grey castle, they toiled with rapid steps, and had not once looked behind.
But as they drew nearer the ruined walls, the moon rose in all her gentle glory, and, from their venerable age, garlanded with ivy, moss, and waving grass, the child looked back upon the sleeping town, deep in the valley's shade: and on the far-off river with its winding track of light: and on the distant hills; and as she did so, she clasped the hand she held, less firmly, and bursting into tears, fell upon the old man's neck..