The sea looked quite close here, although it was in reality four miles distant.

Never was such a place as this view for light and shadow.

The clouds raced like the black wings of enormous birds across the light green valley, and the red-gold of the cornfield was tossed into the haze and swept like a golden shadow across the earth, bending back again when the breeze had died.

Behind Mellot Wood was Mellot Farm, an old eighteenth-century house about which there was a fine tragic story with a murder and a ghost in it, and this, of course, gave Mellot Wood an additional charm.

When they arrived at the outskirts of Mellot Wood Mary looked about her.