Most people touch their hats to me about here.' It was an ideal winter day.

A feathering of snow had fallen at dawn, and now the clear, cold sun made it sparkle far and wide.

The horse's tread rang on the frozen highway.

A breeze from the north-west chased the blood to healthsome leaping, and caught the breath like an unexpected kiss.

The colour was high on Alice's fair cheeks; she laughed with delight.
'Oh, Dick, what a thing it is to be rich! And you do look such a gentleman; it's those gloves, I think.' 'Now we're going into the village,' Mutimer said presently.