The poor brute trembled and staggered, and once or twice stopped, so that it was difficult to start him again.

The road had gone in a winding way, but was not so crooked as I expected.

I afterward found that she had gone by other paths until she had found herself in thick woods, and then on trying to retrace her way she had strayed into this path.

If she had turned to the left on first reaching it, instead of to the right, the fate of each of us would have been different.

Our meeting was no doubt the salvation of both.
"There was a wooded eminence in front, which we had been steadily approaching for some time.