The lady is whisked off as unceremoniously as though she were a Sabino damsel; she is transported to a dusty and, I fear, an earwiggy conservatory,...

Into the deep shadow of a vine-entangled tree he turned his horse, and here he waited until he heard footsteps cronching in the sand, until he saw a man in the light that lay for a moment in the road, and then he cried:[…]

a napless baby

Eddy became quite good at picking strawberries, raspberries, black- and redcurrants, loganberries, apples, pears, plums, and vegetables.