He paused, and peered anxiously into the dim inner
corners of the old guard-room. Was she waiting there for the darkness
to come, and hide her from prying eyes? No: a solitary workman loitered
through the stone chamber; but no other living creature stirred in the
place. The captain mounted the steps which led out from the postern and
walked on.
He advanced some fifty or sixty yards along the paved footway; the
outlying suburbs of York on one side of him, a rope-walk and some
patches of kitchen garden occupying a vacant strip of ground on the
other. He advanced with eager eyes and quickened step; for he saw before
him the lonely figure of a woman, standing by the parapet of the wall,
with her face set toward the westward view. He approached cautiously,
to make sure of her before she turned and observed him. There was no
mistaking that tall, dark figure, as it rested against the parapet with
a listless grace. There she stood, in her long black cloak and gown, the
last dim light of evening falling tenderly on her pale, resolute young
face. There she stood--not three months since the spoiled darling of
her parents; the priceless treasure of the household, never left
unprotected, never trusted alone--there she stood in the lovely dawn of
her womanhood, a castaway in a strange city, wrecked on the world!
Vagabond as he was, the first sight of her staggered even the dauntless
assurance of Captain Wragge.
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