Look at yourself.

WHY didn't you let me give it him ?" "Because I couldn't bear it, so never think of it," she cried quickly.
And the children went to bed, miserably.
When William was growing up, the family moved from the Bottoms to a house on the brow of the hill, commanding a view of the valley, which spread out like a convex cockle-shell, or a clamp-shell, before it.

In front of the house was a huge old ash-tree.

The west wind, sweeping from Derbyshire, caught the houses with full force, and the tree shrieked again.

Morel liked it.
"It's music," he said.