They climbed the incline against the heavens.

At the end the man tipped the wagon.

There was an undue rattle as the waste fell down the sheer slope of the enormous bank.
"You sit a minute, mother," he said, and she took a seat on a bank, whilst he sketched rapidly.

She was silent whilst he worked, looking round at the afternoon, the red cottages shining among their greenness.
"The world is a wonderful place," she said, "and wonderfully beautiful." "And so's the pit," he said.

"Look how it heaps together, like something alive almost--a big creature that you don't know." "Yes," she said.