There could never be anything quite like that again.

Nevertheless, school seemed still a long way distant.

It was only his manliness that he was realising and a certain impatience and restlessness that underlay everything that he did.
September and October are often very lovely months in Polchester; autumn seems to come there with a greater warmth and richness than it does elsewhere.

Along all the reaches of the Pol, right down to the sea, the leaves of the woods hung with a riotous magnificence that is glorious in its recklessness.

The waters of that silent river are so still, so glassy, that the banks of gold and flaming red are reflected in all their richest colour down into the very heart of the stream, and it is only when a fish jumps or a twig falls from the overhanging trees that the mirror is broken and the colours flash into ripples and shadows of white and grey.