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Updated: July 10, 2025
At intervals, a belated holidaymaker was still to be met with hurrying townwards: only they two were leaving the town, and its innocent revels, behind them. Maurice had a somewhat guilty feeling about the whole affair: they also belonged by rights to the town to-night.
"Watch it," repeated George sententiously. "Watch it, Lilith." Meanwhile, the object of this discussion and warning having resignedly "passed" the Customs at the dock gates, was spinning townwards in one of the innumerable hansoms. Sizing up the South African metropolis, it gave him the idea of a mud city, just dumped down wet and left to dry in the sun.
Green, the sheriff, and an officer of the territorial court were listening to the dying deposition of the Saxon soldier Wolf, the physicians had declared it impossible for him to live another day. Late on the night of the murder three men, returning townwards from the "house on the hill," had come suddenly upon a gray horse dragging a man by the stirrup.
With one on either arm he walked them rapidly among the bales, boxes, cordage, wagons, lumber, and people crowding the wharf, then turned abruptly townwards, entered a short, lane-like street, and finally stopped at a low, quaint-looking old shop, leaning in a tired manner against a larger building beyond, thus throwing its doors and windows into such oblique angles that Hope declared it made her feel dizzy.
And George, realizing that he was "out of it" for some time to come, perhaps, too, taking a vague comfort in the thought that there is safety in numbers, actually did proceed to carry out his threat, and betook himself townwards. Laurence remained seated on the stoep, talking to Mrs.
They had tied their babies to the camels' packs, and seemed to have no difficulty in managing their wayward beasts. Here a flock of sheep grazed peacefully in the deep green meadows beside the trail, undisturbed by a group of Mongols galloping townwards, lasso poles in hand, as though charging.
It had never been a royal residence, the woods had never been preserved for royal sport: there was no vengeance to be wreaked upon its peaceful glades and sleepy, fragrant meadows. Juliette spent a happy day; she loved the flowers, the trees, the birds, and Petronelle was silent and sympathetic. As the afternoon wore on, and it was time to go home, Juliette turned townwards with a sigh.
He was driving a gig, his direction being also townwards. On the round of the middle of the arch the gig stopped. "Mr Henchard?" came from it in the voice of Farfrae. Henchard turned his face. Finding that he had guessed rightly Farfrae told the man who accompanied him to drive home; while he alighted and went up to his former friend. "I have heard that you think of emigrating, Mr.
As the officers walked away and Sloat silently plodded along beside his dark-browed senior, the latter turned to him: "I should say that there was no way in which Mr. Jerrold could have gone townwards last night. Should not you?" "He might have crossed the bridge while the third relief was on, and got a horse at the other side." "He didn't do that, Sloat.
Long before dawn, the roads leading townwards are busy with all manner of vehicles, from the great waggon drawn by four white horses driven tandem, and laden with a moving stack of hay, to the ramshackle donkey-cart conveying half a score of cabbages, a heap of dandelions grubbed from the meadows, and the owner. By daybreak the market square under the leafless trees presents a lively scene.
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