and there between the stones and fallen rafters。 And oh！ where meantime was the hapless owner of this wreck？ In what land？ Under what auspices？ My eye involuntarily wandered to the grey church tower near the gates； and I asked； “Is he with Damer de Rochester； sharing the shelter of his narrow marble house？”
Some answer must be had to these questions。 I could find it nowhere but at the inn； and thither； ere long； I returned。 The host himself brought my breakfast into the parlour。 I requested him to shut the door and sit do。 But when he plied； I scarcely knew how to begin； such horror had I of the possible answers。 And yet the spectacle o