"You will get used to the outer world, and most likely forget all about our dark coal pit." "No, Harry, never!" said Nell, and she put her hand over her eyes, as though she would recall the remembrance of everything she had lately quitted.
Between the silent dwellings of the city, the party passed along Leith Walk, and went round the Calton Hill, where stood, in the light of the gray dawn, the buildings of the Observatory and Nelson's Monument.

By Regent's Bridge and the North Bridge they at last reached the lower extremity of the Canongate.

The town still lay wrapt in slumber.
Nell pointed to a large building in the center of an open space, asking, "What great confused mass is that ?" "That confused mass, Nell, is the palace of the ancient kings of Scotland; that is Holyrood, where many a sad scene has been enacted! The historian can here invoke many a royal shade; from those of the early Scottish kings to that of the unhappy Mary Stuart, and the French king, Charles X.When day breaks, however, Nell, this palace will not look so very gloomy.

Holyrood, with its four embattled towers, is not unlike some handsome country house.

But let us pursue our way.