Another picture showed a high, camel-backed bridge, impossible to cross by anything more real than the artist's fancy.

Mrs.Trent had chosen the bridge because of its pretty colors.
"Where shall we hang Dorian's picture ?" Mildred had asked.
They had gone into his room.

Mildred had looked about.
"The only good light is on that wall." She had pointed to the space occupied by Dorian's "best girl." And so Lorna Doone had come down and Mildred's study of the marshlands glowed with its warmer colors in its place.
The plowboy arose from the grass.

"Get up there," he said to his horses.
"We must be going, or there'll be very little plowing today." Carlia Duke was the first person to greet Mildred as she alighted at the Trent gate.

Carlia knew of her coming and was waiting.