Time had not dealt them the final kick before they scored a good record.
They dragged him, nevertheless, to a sort of confession of some weakness, that he could not analyze for the swirl of emotional thoughts in the way; and they had him to the ground.

An eagle of the poetic becomes a mere squat toad through one of these pretty material strokes.
Where then is Philosophy?
But who can be philosopher and the fervent admirer of a glorious lady?
Ask again, who in that frowzy garb can presume to think of her or stand within fifty miles of her orbit?
A dreary two hours brought round daylight.

Woodseer quitted his restless bed and entered the abjured habiliments, chivalrous enough to keep from denouncing them until he could cast the bad skin they now were to his uneasy sensations.

He remembered having stumbled and fallen on the slope of the hill into this vale, and probably then the mischief had occurred though a brush would have, been sufficient, the slightest collision.
Only, it was odd that the accident should have come to pass just previous to his introduction.

How long antecedent was it?
He belaboured his memory to reckon how long it was from the moment of the fall to the first sight of that lady.
His window looked down on the hotel stable-yard.