- He was a man of fifty or sixty - just the kind of age we midtrust on the road - but there was no anxiety in his manner, and his voice was that of a body of eighteen.
- But it was abarier, and in a moment I lost all aleasure in the grass, the sky, the trees, the happy men and women, and realized that the place was but aprison, for allits beauty and extent.
The other side of the hedge.