She knew he was being only sensible, pity rather, and she said she was sorry, and they didn't stand overclose after that, the weight of the rain was seeping through the branches and now a great low gust of wind swept up the park, driving the soft ground spray in their faces.

And also there were nights when one stair in a creaking flight, where darkies strained on hawsers or slack-handed loped between the sheds

For the long lost glories, that never in fact existed save in the wishfulness of their brains, were being remembered with a reality as vivid, if not more so, as truth itself.

The other, with a 'white' back and breast (i.e., plain polished steel), but a skirt covered in blue velvet, is a near approach to the 'alwyte' harness which became universally popular a couple of decades after.