His rays cheered us all, and it was so warm that John first opened the windows, and then wheeled his chair on to the walk outside.

Mr.Gaskell brought him a hat and mufflers, and we sat with him on the terrace basking in the sun.

The sea was still and glassy as a mirror, and the Channel lay stretched before us like a floor of moving gold.

A rose or two still hung against the house, and the sun's rays reflected from the red sandstone gave us a December morning more mild and genial than many June days that I have known in the north.
We sat for some minutes without speaking, immersed in our own reflections and in the exquisite beauty of the scene.
The stillness was broken by the bells of the parish church ringing for the morning service.

There were two of them, and their sound, familiar to us from childhood, seemed like the voices of old friends.