The Making of William Edwards; or, The Story of the Bridge of Beauty. George David Banks

lych-gate and the church, with its long body and massive square tower, were full in view, that he became demonstrative.

      Breint had been left at a small inn at the foot of the hill, and then William was pleased to dismount from his perch, and, with quite an air of patronising superiority, to take his sister by the hand as if to lead her up the hill, and over the stone stile to astonish her sight with all that had astonished him.