They drove past.

There was a universal sigh.
"I'm thankful it wasn't that brute," said Mrs.Morel.

"I WAS frightened." They drove on and on.
At last they descended at a house that stood alone over the dyke by the highroad.

There was wild excitement because they had to cross a little bridge to get into the front garden.

But they loved the house that lay so solitary, with a sea-meadow on one side, and immense expanse of land patched in white barley, yellow oats, red wheat, and green root-crops, flat and stretching level to the sky.
Paul kept accounts.