His first meeting with Valmai was so intimately connected with it; and as he crossed the bridge, he called to mind how they had shared their gingerbread under the light of the moon.
"Perhaps you never noticed there was a stile there ?" said the Vicar.
"Yes," said Cardo, turning round to take a last look at it and the bridge, and--was it fancy, or did he see something waving in the wind?
For a moment he laid his hand on the reins with the idea of running back to see, but "Jim" was fresh, and, resenting the check, swerved uncomfortably aside.
"Let him go," said the Vicar.

"What do you want ?" "Nothing, sir.

For a moment I thought I would go back and take a last look at the valley; but never mind, let us go on.

How black it looks in front!" "A storm rising, I think," said his father.
"Yes.

There will be a gale from the north-west; we shall catch it on the _Burrawalla_, I expect.