Low and softly, with a voice whence she could scarcely banish tears,
and in dread of attracting attention, Christina sung to the sick
girl, who listened with a sort of rude wonder, and finally was lulled
to sleep. Christina ventured to lay down her instrument and move
towards the window, heavily mullioned with stone, barred with iron,
and glazed with thick glass; being in fact the only glazed window in
the castle. To her great satisfaction it did not look out over the
loathsome court, but over the opening of the ravine. The apartment
occupied the whole floor of the keep; it was stone-paved, but the
roof was boarded, and there was a round turret at each angle. One
contained the staircase, and was that which ran up above the keep,
served as a watch-tower, and supported the Eagle banner. The other
three were empty, and one of these, which had a strong door, and a
long loophole window looking out over the open country, Christina
hoped that she might appropriate. The turret was immediately over
the perpendicular cliff that descended into the plain.
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