Charles Neville Buck, The Key to Yesterday
“ Horton.Mrs. Horton rose with a little gasp of delight to welcome him, and recognized how his eyes were ranging in search for an even more [Pg 337] important personage while he greeted her. Off beyond the road, with its low guarding wall of stone, the mountainside fell away precipitously to the sea, stretching out below in a limitless expanse of the bluest blue that our eyes can endure. The slopes were thickly wooded.“We blew out a tire,” explained Mrs. Horton, “and Duska is exploring somewhere over the wall there. ”
