I have been a student of tree life in South America and in the dense forests of Central Africa, but for real character, for splendour of growth and hardiness, there is nothing in the world to touch the Ashleigh oaks." "They're some trees," the criminologist admitted.
"You notice, perhaps, the smaller ones, which seem dwarfed.

Their tops were cut off by the Lord of Ashleigh on the day that Lady Jane Grey was beheaded.

Queen Elizabeth heard of it and threatened to confiscate the estate.

Look at the turf, my friend.

Ages have gone to the making of that mossy, velvet carpet." "Where's the house ?" Quest enquired.
"A mile farther on yet.