The bramble that threw its slender shadow on the road moved not a twig.

Nature, green and pale, seemed to be cast in an enchanted sleep, and even to suspend her breathing.

From the point Richard had reached he could see the road stretching for a full mile, like a white ribbon, save in the middle, where it dipped between high banks.

It led to Turlock only, but at this place a foot-path struck across the fields to the Fairies' Bower.

To his astonishment, though indeed he had scarcely capacity enough for further wonder, Harry took this path; he saw her climb the stile, and then for the first time look round; he sank under the hedge, to hide himself; and when he cautiously looked forth again the girl had vanished.