I have some clothes for you in a bag." She pointed to a leathern case under the front seat.
He sat thinking of the cleverness of Margaret as they left the edge of the city and hurried away on the east turnpike.

A mist was coming up from the sea.

The air ahead had the color of a wool stack.

They stopped at an inn to feed and water the horses and went on in a dense fog, which covered the hedge rows on either side and lay thick on the earth so that the horses seemed to be wading in it.

Their pace slowed to a walk.