I will sleep awhile after supper, and come in about ten.

So you and Tibbie may get one good night." Some hours later, in the room that had been his since his first coming to Glenfernie, he gazed out of window before turning to go down-stairs.

The snow had ceased to fall, and out of a great streaming floe of clouds looked a half-moon.

Under it lay wan hill and plain.
The clouds were all of a size and vast in number, a herd of the upper air.

The wind drove them, not like a shepherd, but like a wolf at their heels.