I heard afterwards that his dreams were always haunted by cats.

He was an inveterate enemy to all the feline species, with the exception of Peter, the great tabby cat.

They had long ago sworn an armistice, and, in his way, Tinker took a great deal of notice of Peter.
It was strange to look round the low cottage room by the flickering, fast-dying firelight.

The rain still pattered on the garden paths.

I was rather dismayed to find that it had not ceased the next morning; it is so pleasant to wake up in a fresh place and see the bright sunshine.