Then aloud--"Put you straight across the ferry, sir, or take you to the breakwater at The Hard?
The tide's on the turn, so we'd slip down along easy and I'm thinking that 'ud spare Miss Verity the traipse over the shore path.

Wonnerful parching in the sun it is for the latter end of September." "Oh! to the breakwater by all means," Tom answered with alacrity.
For reaction had set in.

Not only was the young man still slightly flustered, but vexed by the liveliness of his own emotions.

Everything to-day savoured of exaggeration.

The most ordinary incidents distended, inflated themselves in a really unaccountable manner.