Not a single article of my belongings was missing.

I was rather sorry, for it lent a deeper significance to my incarceration.

After this, I proceeded to take an inventory of my surroundings.

Below and beyond the little window I saw a wide expanse of beautiful gardens, fine oaks and firs, velvet lawns and white pebbled roads.

Marble fountains made them merry in the roseate hue of early morning.