The pomp and pageantry of the heavens, burning with all the pigments of the rainbow, failed to appeal to a soul shut within dungeon bars.

Rocks and mighty gorges darkling to the eye and stirring to the imagination held no story for her; she looked neither to the right nor to the left while the beauty lasted, much less when the last gleam had faded from the mountain tops and a troop of leaden clouds, coming up from the east, added their shadows to those of premature night.
The driver, who had been eying these clouds for some little time, felt that he ought to speak if she did not.

Pulling up his horses as though to give them a breathing spell, he remarked over his shoulder with a strain of anxiety in his voice: "I hope your friends live near the top of the hill, missus.

A storm is coming up, and it's getting very dark.

Will you have to walk far ?" "No, no," she assured him with a quick glance up and around her.