Above their heads a gun was hung, trigger upwards, and two hams were mellowing in the smoke.

At the feet of a black-haired girl, who was slicing onions, lay a sheep dog of tremendous age, with nose stretched out on paws, and in his little blue eyes a gleam of approaching immortality.

They all stared at, Barbara.
And one of the boys, whose face had the delightful look of him who loses all sense of other things in what he is seeing at the moment, smiled, and continued smiling, with sheer pleasure.

Barbara drank her milk, and wandered out again; passing through a gate at the bottom of a steep, rocky tor, she sat down on a sun-warmed stone.

The sunlight fell greedily on her here, like an invisible swift hand touching her all over, and specially caressing her throat and face.