Go, and joy go with you both.

Climbing a stony hill is a form of pleasure to which I have not yet risen.

I shall stroll home at my leisure, and spend the afternoon on the billiard-room sofa reading Mudie's last contribution to the comforts of home.' 'What a Sybarite,' said Hammond.

'Come, Lady Mary, we mustn't loiter, if we are to be back at Fellside by five o'clock.' Mary looked at her brother doubtfully, and he gave her a little nod which seemed to say, 'Go, by all means;' so she dug the end of her staff into Dolly's rugged breast, and mounted cheerily, stepping lightly from boulder to boulder.
The sun was not so warm as it had been ten minutes ago, when Maulevrier flung himself down to rest.

The sky had clouded over a little, and a cooler wind was blowing across the breast of the hill.