They seemed indeed to know that when they got there, there would be nothing for them to do but to come back again.

Beyond them, through the tall trees, over some wooded foot-hills of the moorland and a promised land of pinkish fields, pasture, and orchards, the prospect stretched to the far sea.

Heat clothed this view with a kind of opalescence, a fairy garment, transmuting all values, so that the four square walls and tall chimneys of the pottery-works a few miles down the valley seemed to Courtier like a vision of some old fortified Italian town.

His sensations, finding himself in this galley, were peculiar.

For his feeling towards Miltoun, whom he had twice met at Mrs.
Noel's, was, in spite of disagreements, by no means unfriendly; while his feeling towards Miltoun's family was not yet in existence.
Having lived from hand to mouth, and in many countries, since he left Westminster School, he had now practically no class feelings.