Their very motions were so lazy and slow, that they served to fill up the mind with the sensation of dreamy rest.

Ruth and Mr Bellingham plunged through the broken ground to regain the road near the wayside inn.

Hand-in-hand, now pricked by the far-spreading gorse, now ankle-deep in sand; now pressing the soft, thick heath, which should make so brave an autumn show; and now over wild thyme and other fragrant herbs, they made their way, with many a merry laugh.

Once on the road, at the summit, Ruth stood silent, in breathless delight at the view before her.

The hill fell suddenly down into the plain, extending for a dozen miles or more.