1 The season of the assizes approached.
2 It was a divine spring, and the season contributed greatly to my convalescence.
3 The winter advanced, and an entire revolution of the seasons had taken place since I awoke into life.
4 The present season was indeed divine; the flowers of spring bloomed in the hedges, while those of summer were already in bud.
5 At other times he worked in the garden, but as there was little to do in the frosty season, he read to the old man and Agatha.
6 This frequently took place, but a high wind quickly dried the earth, and the season became far more pleasant than it had been.
7 Several new kinds of plants sprang up in the garden, which they dressed; and these signs of comfort increased daily as the season advanced.
8 Here, then, I retreated and lay down happy to have found a shelter, however miserable, from the inclemency of the season, and still more from the barbarity of man.
9 The winter has been dreadfully severe, but the spring promises well, and it is considered as a remarkably early season, so that perhaps I may sail sooner than I expected.
10 It was a most beautiful season; never did the fields bestow a more plentiful harvest or the vines yield a more luxuriant vintage, but my eyes were insensible to the charms of nature.