Up and down these lanes they walk, Durdles discoursing of the 'old uns' he yet counts on disinterring, and slapping a wall, in which he considers 'a whole family on 'em' to be stoned and earthed up, just as if he were a familiar friend of the family.

The taciturnity of Durdles is for the time overcome by Mr.Jasper's wicker bottle, which circulates freely;--in the sense, that is to say, that its contents enter freely into Mr.Durdles's circulation, while Mr.Jasper only rinses his mouth once, and casts forth the rinsing.
They are to ascend the great Tower.

On the steps by which they rise to the Cathedral, Durdles pauses for new store of breath.

The steps are very dark, but out of the darkness they can see the lanes of light they have traversed.

Durdles seats himself upon a step.