Only a few hours back we had been amongst deep hedges and shady lanes, and now for hedges we had stone walls, and for deep embowered lanes we could trace the unsheltered roads, gleaming as they wound over miles of distant hills.

Deep below us brawled a river, with here and there a gaunt mill or stone-built hamlet on its banks.
I had never seen any country like this; and if I had been horrified by the black town, my delight with the noble scenery beyond it was in proportion.

I stood at the open window, with the moor breeze blowing my hair into the wildest elf-locks, rapturously excited as the great hills unfolded themselves and the shifting clouds sent shifting purple shadows over them.

Very dark and stern they looked in shade, and then, in a moment more, the cloud was past, and a broad smile of sunshine ran over their face, and showed where cultivation was creeping up the hillside and turning the heather into fields.
Eleanor leaned out of the window also.

Excitement, which set me chattering, always made her silent.