Many roads twisted in and out upon one another; the corners were so sharp that sometimes the wagonette seemed to hang upon one wheel as it turned.

Still no sight of the sea, but the smell of it now was everywhere, and sometimes at a sudden bend there would come a faint beat, beat upon the ear with something rhyming and measured in it, like the murmur of a sleeping giant.
They came to the bend where the hill suddenly dips at a fearful angle down into Rafield.

Here they turned to the right, deep between edges again, then through a little copse, and then, as though with a whisk of the finger, right on to Cow Farm itself.
It was an old square house, deep red brick, with crooked chimneys, and a stone court in front of it.

To either side of the court there were barns.

Behind the house thick trees, clouded with green, showed.