He began to despise her a little, as if she had merited it! One night he left her to go to Daybrook Station over the fields.

It was very dark, with an attempt at snow, although the spring was so far advanced.

Morel had not much time; he plunged forward.

The town ceases almost abruptly on the edge of a steep hollow; there the houses with their yellow lights stand up against the darkness.

He went over the stile, and dropped quickly into the hollow of the fields.