The golden flowers on the drawing-room ceiling are falling off, and the shield that surmounts the mantelpiece is broken into bits.

While we were looking around, a flight of birds entered, flew around for a few minutes and passed out through the chimney.
In the evening, we went to the lake.

The meadow has encroached upon it and will soon cover it entirely, and wheat will grow in the place of pond-lilies.

Night was falling.

The castle, flanked by its four turrets and framed by masses of green foliage, cast a dark shadow over the village.