I swear, if I had been drinking my Starbucks today it would have gone up my nose.

Now we plunged into a deep shade with the boughs lacing each other overhead, and crossed dainty, rustic bridges over the cold trout-streams, the boards giving back the clatter of our horses' feet:[…].

Rebecca despises her professors because they cannot think as clearly as she can, cannot argue as well as she can, and are tired and dowdy and unalive.

A rabbit hops and nibbles unafraidly in and out from the bushes.