1 People do leave them on the lanes.
2 Then she looked backwards down the lane.
3 Connie timidly took his arm, and they went down the lane.
4 They heaved out of the lane, and were away down the road.
5 She saw him go reconnoitring into the lane, with dog and gun.
6 Hilda had calculated the turn into the lane at the bridge-end.
7 They tramped in ridiculous file down the lane again, in silence.
8 He locked up, and they set off, but through the wood, not down the lane.
9 The hedges rose high and wild, by the unused lane, and very dark seeming.
10 She still kept hold of his arm, and they went quickly down the lane, in silence.
11 She slowed up rather suddenly and swerved off the road, the lights glaring white into the grassy, overgrown lane.
12 Then it seems the postman Fred Kirk says he heard somebody talking in Mr Mellors' bedroom early one morning, and a motor-car had been in the lane.
13 She backed on to the bridge, reversed, let the car run forwards a few yards along the road, then backed into the lane, under a wych-elm tree, crushing the grass and bracken.
14 She crept in sheer misery through the holly and through the wooden fence, stumbled down the little ditch and up into the lane, where Hilda was just getting out of the car in vexation.