They were all of the earth earthy, without an idea among them.

And yet he did not dare to forbid his son to go to the house, lest people should say of him that his sternness was unendurable.
Folking is not a place having many attractions of its own, beyond the rats.

It lies in the middle of the Cambridgeshire fens, between St.
Ives, Cambridge, and Ely.

In the two parishes of Utterden and Netherden there is no rise of ground which can by any stretch of complaisance be called a hill.

The property is bisected by an immense straight dike, which is called the Middle Wash, and which is so sluggish, so straight, so ugly, and so deep, as to impress the mind of a stranger with the ideas of suicide.