cut in the ruined wall which shut this demesne from tumble-down country outside. (Location 627)
‘With love Mother to my sister Bell. I do hope she looks after you all right tell her. Your loving son, Charley.’ (Location 722)
Note: superb
The room was dark as long weed in the lake. (Location 812)
Note: wow
as did those others which by working long minutes spiders had drawn from spar to spar of the fern bedding on which his head rested. (Location 1019)
Note: long minutdes / spar to spar
It might have been almost that O’Conor’s dreams were held by hairs of gold binding his head beneath a vaulted roof on which the floor of cobbles reflected an old king’s molten treasure from the bog. ‘He won’t (Location 1020)
Note: wonderful. and more old kings (see map of country)
Raunce’s Albert, Edith, Kate, the little girls and Mrs Welch’s lad chose for their picnic a place just off the beach. While those children ran screaming down to where great rollers diminished to fans of milk new from the udder upon pressed sand, Albert laid himself under a hedge all over which red fuchsia bells swung without a note in the wind the sure travelling sea brought with its low heavy swell. He could watch the light blue heave between their donkey (Location 2470)
Note: ? odd
Raunce’s Albert looked over his shoulder on the side (Location 2537)
