Her own eyes were fixed in a far-away gaze.

Her colour was high, her lips were parted, her bosom heaved gently.
The shadow deepened on the Vidame's face.

Slowly he took his eyes from hers, and looked northwards also.
Caylus Castle stands on a rock in the middle of the narrow valley of that name.

The town clusters about the ledges of the rock so closely that when I was a boy I could fling a stone clear of the houses.

The hills are scarcely five hundred yards distant on either side, rising in tamer colours from the green fields about the brook.