The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight, without the sun itself being visible.

Lightly they trotted along--the wheels nearly silent, the horse's hoofs clapping, almost ringing, upon the hard, white, turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line, seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky.
Targan Bay--which had the merit of being easily got at--was duly visited.

They then swept round by innumerable lanes, in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level, to the domain of Lord Luxellian.

A woman with a double chin and thick neck, like Queen Anne by Dahl, threw open the lodge gate, a little boy standing behind her.
'I'll give him something, poor little fellow,' said Elfride, pulling out her purse and hastily opening it.

From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper, like a flock of white birds, floated into the air, and were blown about in all directions.
'Well, to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh.
'What the dickens is all that ?' said Mr.Swancourt.