The high, deep, blue sky arched
over Misselthwaite as well as over the moor, and she kept lifting her face and looking up into it, trying to imagine what it would be like to lie down on one of the little snow-white clouds and float about.
The low arched
door then opened, and the face came out.
The access, as usual in castles of the period, lay through an arched
barbican, or outwork, which was terminated and defended by a small turret at each corner.
There were similar pillars on the opposite side, but between them, instead of windows, were arched
niches in which stood life-size plaster statues, chipped, broken, and defaced in an extraordinary fashion.