~.. And there was the castle. It stood on a small hill directly above
the town, with the higher hills that divided the two valleys behind
it. The twin towers were ancient keeps, hundreds of years old, but
the main building was much more recent.
Both old and new parts had been built in the stone of the coun-
tryside. Moss and lichen had stained the walls here and there, but
for the most part it still gleamed white. The towers dominated all,
declaring it a fortress. It looked as though it should have had a
moat and drawbridge.
If the towers dominated the castle, the castle itself dominated
the surrounding country and the little town in particular. There
was no point from which it could not be seen, no escape, except
under the shadow of a wall or building, from the surveillance of
its windows~ Bella wondered what it must be like to be born and
grow through childhood beneath this stone chaperon~ Presumably
her grandmother had done so. She felt her heart stir insympathy
for the poor peasant girl, as ragged as those she now saw around
her, who had taken away the child of her disgrace to rear in far-
away England.
She walked with her father through the town, past the premises
of A. Mahony, Corn-Factor, D. McGuire, Bacon-Factor, Terence
Bannion, Attorney-at-Law, Michael Ellis, Land Agent & Surveyor
-past the post office and the police barracks, and close on a dozen
public houses, several with open doors that showed men drinking
even at this early hour.
The streets were very dirty, full of muddy puddles, and the
inhabitants of the town looked dreadfully poor and ragged even
though she did not see anyone actually begging~ Even the donkeys,
some harnessed to carts but more wandering loose, were a sorry-
looking lot, ribs showing under their rough coats.
Bella lifted her gaze to the surrounding hills, gently rounded,
emerald-grassed and speckled with white stone. There was no
denying the beauty of the countryside. But it was not easy to con-
centrate on that distant loveliness; inevitably her eyes came back
to the wretchedness of the town and, as inescapably, to the castle
brooding over it.
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