1 From the wood's edge rabbits bobbed and nibbled.
2 Clifford loved the wood; he loved the old oak-trees.
3 She never really touched the spirit of the wood itself.
4 'But the wood is older than your family,' said Connie gently.
5 But now, of course, it was only a riding through the private wood.
6 Connie had stood and looked, it was a breach in the pure seclusion of the wood.
7 She went out alone every day now, mostly in the wood, where she was really alone.
8 In front lay the wood, the hazel thicket nearest, the purplish density of oaks beyond.
9 In the wood everything was motionless, the old leaves on the ground keeping the frost on their underside.
10 On a frosty morning with a little February sun, Clifford and Connie went for a walk across the park to the wood.
11 In the wood all was utterly inert and motionless, only great drops fell from the bare boughs, with a hollow little crash.
12 The wood still had some of the mystery of wild, old England; but Sir Geoffrey's cuttings during the war had given it a blow.
13 From the old wood came an ancient melancholy, somehow soothing to her, better than the harsh insentience of the outer world.
14 On one of her bad days she went out alone to walk in the wood, ponderously, heeding nothing, not even noticing where she was.
15 They had been killed off during the war, and the wood had been left unprotected, till now Clifford had got his game-keeper again.
16 The wood was a remnant of the great forest where Robin Hood hunted, and this riding was an old, old thoroughfare coming across country.
17 When Clifford was roused, he could still talk brilliantly and, as it were, command the future: as when, in the wood, he talked about her having a child, and giving an heir to Wragby.
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