1 He steered for the open country, abandoning the tow-path, and swinging his steed down a rutty lane.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER X. THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TOAD 2 He rose and descended river-wards once more; then changed his mind and sought the side of the dusty lane.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER IX. WAYFARERS ALL 3 "It looks as if we were coming to a village," said the Mole somewhat dubiously, slackening his pace, as the track, that had in time become a path and then had developed into a lane, now handed them over to the charge of a well-metalled road.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER V. DULCE DOMUM 4 He stepped confidently out into the road to hail the motor-car, which came along at an easy pace, slowing down as it neared the lane; when suddenly he became very pale, his heart turned to water, his knees shook and yielded under him, and he doubled up and collapsed with a sickening pain in his interior.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER X. THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TOAD 5 As he hurried along, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would be at home again among the things he knew and liked, the Mole saw clearly that he was an animal of tilled field and hedge-row, linked to the ploughed furrow, the frequented pasture, the lane of evening lingerings, the cultivated garden-plot.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER IV. MR. BADGER 6 After some miles of country lanes he reached the high road, and as he turned into it and glanced along its white length, he saw approaching him a speck that turned into a dot and then into a blob, and then into something very familiar; and a double note of warning, only too well known, fell on his delighted ear.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER X. THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TOAD 7 They recalled the languorous siesta of hot mid-day, deep in green undergrowth, the sun striking through in tiny golden shafts and spots; the boating and bathing of the afternoon, the rambles along dusty lanes and through yellow cornfields; and the long, cool evening at last, when so many threads were gathered up, so many friendships rounded, and so many adventures planned for the morrow.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER III. THE WILD WOOD