In that direction, we have a southbound breeze all the way to the ground. […] The northering sun was peeking under the curve of the balloon. “We're coming at them from out of the sun.”

Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day / Was yours by accident.

My Governess[…]told him I was continually eating some Trash or other.[…]But this magnified but little with my Father.

For those, including us, who had come to the sale hamperless, relief was at hand in a refreshments marquee that had been put up near the thatched cottages.