The Golden Age - Kenneth Grahame - Bog

Everything jumped and pulsed in response to the giant's movement since it was one of the earliest awakenings of the year. The powerful wind was screaming and chasing the lord of the dawn outside. Our pond had a belt of rhododendrons growing next to it, and everything around it was in foul bloom. Edward and Harold were enjoying the opportunity to return to the sheaves from the rick yard in empty wagons. It was the closest we inland urchins could get to a sailing route.
On these dusty quarter decks, exciting scenarios like Sir Richard Grenville on the Revenge, the smoke-draped Battle of the Nile, and the Death of Nelson had all been acted out in turn. Modern aunts avoided it, preferring to handle their finances and correspondence in other places.
On this, the leading lady decided to halt and take the time to inspect how her new dressing robe fit. Edward's dramatic impulses were overwhelmed by this, so he entered the stage with flourishes appropriate for the situation. Following a battle along legal lines, Selina was fatally stabbed slowly and with unction, and her corpse was carried from the room. The professor intended to reject Olympians for adding two and two. We took care to keep our aptitude for a straightforward syllogism a secret.