There were harebells and saxifrage in the moss, and underneath the bushes there was scented woodruff, and there was also sweet wild thyme.

I thought I would make a summer drawing-room of the place, which none should know of beside myself, and should bring my books there and my needlework and embroidery, and spend long hours there alone or with a dog's companionship which is better than solitude.
The shower passed away over the hills, and the sun shone out.

It sparkled here and there where a raindrop hung on a leaf and it suffused the glade with a warm, golden glow.
Suddenly something sparkled that was not a raindrop, something in the moss and undergrowth at the entrance to the glade.

I wondered I had not seen it before, but it was the first time I had entered the glade since Anthony Cardew had been there.
I picked up the shining thing with great eagerness and found it to be a miniature set about with brilliants.

My foot struck against something which proved to be a leather case in which the miniature, no doubt, had lain.