stonebound

— OUR hapless heroine—who in such a few short hours was plunged from the splendour and magnificence of a baronial castle to the depths of a stonebound dungeon and tortures, whose spotless mind knew nought of the cause of men’s unholy passions, whose dreams of love were such as floated round the angels’ bed, whose sighs arose from as pure a source as the breath that angels breathe,—had now learnt to understand the book of life with all its repugnant secrets.