"It's no use to me, for if I could not see I could feel.

For us who live here, 'tis but an instinct to find our way, in darkness or in light, across the land where we were born.

But if you are nervous, press the knob and you will see." Jeanne took the torch with a little sigh of relief.
"Go on," she said.

"I don't mind so much now I have this." Nevertheless, as they moved along she found it sufficiently alarming.
The top of the bank was but a few feet wide.

The west wind, which came roaring down across the great open spaces, with nothing to check or divide its strength, was sometimes strong enough to blow them off their balance.