Max Pemberton,
The Sea Wolves — XXIII. A WARNING IN THE FLESH
(1901)
“ The fact that the prison lacked a wall was in no way to be regretted in the heat of the early morning hours; and, for the matter of that, the spires and domes of the castle, shining below them in a flood of moonlight, gave rest to the eye and a picture of exceeding beauty. From the great arch, which lacked glass, they could look over the spread of the park away to the rippling sheen of the sea, and to the hill above the haven where their money lay. Nor was it to their comfort that they observed torches flaring here and there like elf-fires upon the beach ”
