"It's a match against nature! When I think of your cousin in that old whitewashed house, and every night Gideon Rand's ghost making tobacco around it! I am glad that Ludwell has gone to Richmond.

He looks like a ghost himself." "Oh, the world!" sighed Unity.

"Tell Philip, please, to drive on." "I'll ride over to Fontenoy to-morrow," said Fairfax Cary.

"'Twill do you good to talk it over." The coach went heavily on through the dust of the Three-Notched Road.
The locusts shrilled, the pines gave no shade, in the angle of the snake fences pokeberry and sumach drooped their dusty leaves.

The light air in the pine-tops sounded like the murmur of a distant sea, too far off for coolness.