The Armourer’s House
“Telling Piers about it had made all the difference, and she did not feel lonely or un-belonging any more, because she had made a friend and had a secret to share with him. Quite soon she began to feel that she belonged to the rest of the family too, which was a very comfortable thing to feel. Then she began to like London; it was not like her own dear countryside, of course; but it was nice, all the same.
In those days cities were not at all like they are now. They were small and compact and cosy, like a tit’s nest. The houses were cuddled close together inside their city walls, with the towers of their cathedrals standing over them to keep them safe from harm. London was like that. As you came towards it, up the Strand from Westminster or over the meadows from Hampstead, you could see the towers and spires and steep roofs of the City rising above its protecting walls as gay as flowers in a flower-pot; and when you had passed through the gates (there were eight fine gates to London To...wn), the streets were narrow and crooked and very dirty, but bright with swinging shop-signs and hurrying crowds.MoreLess
In those days cities were not at all like they are now. They were small and compact and cosy, like a tit’s nest. The houses were cuddled close together inside their city walls, with the towers of their cathedrals standing over them to keep them safe from harm. London was like that. As you came towards it, up the Strand from Westminster or over the meadows from Hampstead, you could see the towers and spires and steep roofs of the City rising above its protecting walls as gay as flowers in a flower-pot; and when you had passed through the gates (there were eight fine gates to London To...wn), the streets were narrow and crooked and very dirty, but bright with swinging shop-signs and hurrying crowds.MoreLess
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