Lizzie Eustace was very false, and bad, and selfish, and, we may say, very
prosperous also; but in the midst of all she was thoroughly uncomfortable.
She was never at ease. There was no green spot in her life with which she
could be contented. And though, after a fashion, she knew herself to be
false and bad, she was thoroughly convinced that she was ill-used by
everybody about her. She was being very badly treated by Lord Fawn; but
she flattered herself that she would be able to make Lord Fawn know more
of her character before she had done with him.
Portray Castle was really a castle, not simply a country mansion so
called, but a stone edifice with battlements and a round tower at one
corner, and a gate which looked as if it might have had a portcullis, and
narrow windows in a portion of it, and a cannon mounted upon a low roof,
and an excavation called the moat, but which was now a fantastic and
somewhat picturesque garden, running round two sides of it. In very truth,
though a portion of the castle was undoubtedly old and had been built when
strength was needed for defence and probably for the custody of booty, the
battlements, and the round tower, and the awe-inspiring gateway had all
been added by one of the late Sir Florians.
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