A wicket gate led to a narrow passage communicating with the back door of her residence.

He entered boldly, reached the garden, and hurried to the angle on the edge of the cliff next to the Martins' strip of ground.
Yes, a spacious dinner-table was laid at The Hollies.

Doris, Mr.Martin, and Peters soon strolled out on to the lawn.

The pedestrians had obviously gone upstairs to wash after their tramp.
Mr.Siddle rather forgot himself.

He stared so long and earnestly through the field-glasses that he ran full tilt into Mrs.Jefferson and maid before regaining the high-street.