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voices proceed, and far above us, we see children playing in 
gardens that seem almost to hang over our head. A few 
minutes more and from the ledge where we stand, if we look 
across on our left we espy a cottage giddily perched right on 
the top of a cliff covered with ivy and shrubbery. A little 
further on and a turning to the right leads into a sort of 
paved quadrangle, which is, in fact, a little world in itself, 
having little flights of steps leading up to and leading down 
into gardens placed in every imaginable position, the houses 
to which they are attached respectively being so placed as to 
command a view of several tiers of houses lying below them. 
Then after winding and turning in every possible way we 
at length reach once more the steep and almost straight part 
of the High-street, which leads away up to the top of the 
town. 
