Dissipation writes plainly upon the human countenance, and it had left no visible sign on Warrington's face.

It may be that dissipation sometimes whimsically neglects to write at all.
They thundered over a wooden bridge.

The spirit of the morning was in the horses; they began to race.

An unexpected curve in the road discovered a road-builder and his gang of Italians.

A low barrier ran across the road.