Chapter Thirty-Nine
A day and a half later
Pip hadn’t been at all sure what to expect in a castle. “Castle” was a word that brought to mind images of great dark-stoned edifices with towering ramparts perched atop grim cliffs. Linwood Castle was large, but it wasn’t dark-stoned and there were no grim cliffs anywhere. It did have ramparts, and also turrets and crenellations and stone mullioned windows and archways and a grand marble staircase and a fireplace in the great hall that was so large that she could stand up in it, but it also had quaint little spiral oak staircases and round rooms in the turrets and a round fernery, too.
The ramparts encircled the gardens, and beyond the ramparts were parkland and woodland and rolling hills, and everything was so picturesque and so beautiful tha
