Down by the stream it was dappled, both cool and warm, windless; the trees met over the river, and there were many stones, forming little basins which held up the ripple, so that the casting of a fly required much cunning.

This long dingle ran for miles through the foot-growth of folding hills.

It was beloved of jays; but of human beings there were none, except a chicken-farmer's widow, who lived in a house thatched almost to the ground, and made her livelihood by directing tourists, with such cunning that they soon came back to her for tea.
It was while throwing a rather longer line than usual to reach a little dark piece of crisp water that Lord Dennis heard the swishing and crackling of someone advancing at full speed.

He frowned slightly, feeling for the nerves of his fishes, whom he did not wish startled.

The invader was Miltoun, hot, pale, dishevelled, with a queer, hunted look on his face.