The valley was about a half mile long and from a quarter to a third of a mile in width.

It resembled a huge amphitheatre in shape.
The American tramped the length of the brook, which disappeared into the rocky wall at the far end.

Then he returned through the orchards to the house.
The place was silent and seemed deserted.

There was a languor in the atmosphere that invited sleep.

Uncle John sought his room and lay down for an afternoon nap, soon falling into a sound slumber.
When he awoke he found Ferralti seated beside his bed.