The bracken, waist-high at first, was like small hoops at the top of the wood, where the tiny golden tormentil made a carpet and the yellow pimpernel was closing her eager eyes.

The table standing in the centre of the floor, ready for the evening meal, was made of unplaned boards, rudely put together by the unskilled hands of the backwoods.

Coordinate term: paleoconservative

Ursula could not believe the air in her nostrils. It seemed conscious, malevolent, purposive in its intense murderous coldness.