He had spoken it with a smile of tenderness.
Affection, surely, could alone have prompted it; and she thanked him very gratefully.

They were now upon their way to take possession.

A little white house set back under a hill and looking out across the bay from a thick cluster of trees caught Sylvia's eye.

Was that the house, she wondered?
The carriage turned inland and passed the white house, and half a mile further on turned again eastward along the road to Wareham, following the valley, which runs parallel to the sea.

They ascended the long steep hill which climbs to Osmington, until upon their left hand a narrow road branched off between hawthorn hedges to the downs.