You might give me the names of any other farms you know about this neighbourhood, and their occupants." This the landlord was very ready to do.

He ran over the names of from ten to fifteen places, which Gilbert jotted down upon a leaf of his pocket-book, afterwards planning his route upon the map of the county which he carried for his guidance.

He set put early the next morning under a low gray sky, with clouds in the distance that threatened rain.
The road from the little market-town to Crosber possessed no especial beauty.

The country was flat and uninteresting about here, and needed the glory of its summer verdure to brighten and embellish it.

But Mr.
Fenton did not give much thought to the scenes through which he went at this time; the world around and about him was all of one colour--the sunless gray which pervaded his own life.