It's grand!" As she sniffed up the smoke with, I might almost say, relish, I felt that she did not sympathize with my disgust.

But any discussion on the subject was stopped by our having to change carriages, and we had just settled ourselves comfortably once more, when I got a bit of iron "filings" into my eye.

It gave me a good deal of pain and inconvenience, and by the time that I could look out of the window again, we had left the black town far behind.

The hills were almost mountains now, and sloped away on all sides of us in bleak and awful grandeur.

The woodlands were fewer; we were on the moors.