I'm sure the air here is admirable; don't you smell how fresh it is?
And then, one gets fond of the place one's lived in for years.

I believe I should find it hard to leave Dunfield.' Emily smiled gently.
'I wonder,' he pursued, 'whether you have the kind of feeling that came to me just then?
It struck me that, suppose anything happened that would enable us to go and live in another place, there would be a sort of ingratitude, something like a shabby action, in turning one's back on the old spot.

I don't like to feel unkind even to a town.' The girl glanced at him with meaning eyes.

Here was an instance of the sympathetic relations of which she had spoken to Wilfrid; in these words was disclosed the origin of the deepest sensibilities of her own nature.
They pursued their walk, across the common and into a tree-shaded lane.
Emily tried to believe that this at length was really the country; there were no houses in view, meadows lay on either hand, the leafage was thick.

But it was not mere prejudice which saw in every object a struggle with hard conditions, a degeneration into coarseness, a blight.
The quality of the earth was probably poor to begin with; the herbage seemed of gross fibre; one would not risk dipping a finger in the stream which trickled by the roadside, it suggested an impure source.