He is perhaps five hundred miles off, but the fear of him is on all of them, like the finger of God.

Yes, they are walking regularly; and you bet your boots that they are talking regularly, yes, and thinking regularly.
But the one important thing for us is that they are disappearing regularly." Syme nodded.

It was true that the black patch of the pursuing men was growing smaller and smaller as the peasant belaboured his horse.
The level of the sunlit landscape, though flat as a whole, fell away on the farther side of the wood in billows of heavy slope towards the sea, in a way not unlike the lower slopes of the Sussex downs.

The only difference was that in Sussex the road would have been broken and angular like a little brook, but here the white French road fell sheer in front of them like a waterfall.

Down this direct descent the cart clattered at a considerable angle, and in a few minutes, the road growing yet steeper, they saw below them the little harbour of Lancy and a great blue arc of the sea.