Griffiths Plasdu's grandfather bought a great deal of it, all that wooded land lying this side of the moor.

By the by, Captain Scott is coming round this way to dine with us to-morrow and to stay the night.

Pommy word, child, I think he has taken a fancy to you.

He seemed quite anxious about you.
Good-bye, my dear, I must go." Gwenda turned her face to the window.

The black elm branches swayed against the evening sky, a brilliant star glittered through them, a rising wind sighed mournfully and the girl sighed too.
"Yes, Captain Scott no doubt was interested in her, probably he would propose to her, and if he did, probably she would accept him, with all his money, his starting eyes, and his red nose! How dull and uninteresting life is," she said.