1 Where the worm weaves its winding sheet.
2 Here the wind gave a tug at her head dress.
3 Don't stand gaping, Lucy, or the wind'll change.
4 The wind howls and the bittern shrieks, she replied.
5 Sweet and low; sweet and low, wind of the western sea.
6 Digging and delving, ploughing and sowing they were singing, but the wind blew their words away.
7 At that she smiled a ravishing girl's smile, as if the wind had warmed the wintry blue in her eyes to amber.
8 Oliver, then turning, added further Lady Haslip, of Haslip Manor, as he spied that old lady wheeled in her chair by her footman winding up the procession.
9 Then the wind rose, and in the rustle of the leaves even the great words became inaudible; and the audience sat staring at the villagers, whose mouths opened, but no sound came.
10 And before Mrs. Sands had time to peel the paper off, he was gone, giving a slap to the very fine yellow cat who rose majestically from the basket chair and advanced superbly to the table, winding the fish.
11 It was by this name that he had called her when they were children; when she had trotted after him as he fished, and had made the meadow flowers into tight little bunches, winding one long grass stalk round and round and round.