I saw him fix his cavalry thighs and bound off as if he meant to take a gate.

Had he glanced behind him he would have fancied that the sun had done its worst.

I ran at full speed down the footpath, mad to think she might have returned homeward by the lake.

The two had parted--why?
He this way, she that.
They would not have parted but for a division of the will.

I came on the empty boat.