“Again, Sir Randolph raised an eyebrow and looked at Jack in a particularly mocking way. It was an uncomfortable experience for the boy, for he was very proud of his truthfulness, and he never considered his exaggerations to be much of a diversion from the truth. Sir Randolph's doubt in his claims put a dampener on this particular kind of pride.” TruthHonestyPrideLiesTruthfulnessExaggerations Book:The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits Source: The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits
“The man's face was round, but only at first sight, for a strong, sharp jaw was nearly hidden by a multitude of chins, his high cheekbones were hardly noticeable, they looked so round and ruddy, and the firm, resolute line of his mouth was concealed by full lips and the languid smile of a man who possessed great wealth and little happiness.” HappinessWealthSorrowManDescriptionCharacter Description Book:The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits Source: The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits
“In a way, yes,’ said Jack and handed the peeled clementine over to the squire, then took another one for himself. ‘But some of us are wealthier than others – just look at your house and your valley, and your horses. And your wisdom.’ ‘My wisdom?’ ‘You know things.’ ‘And you? Don't you know things?’ ‘Yes,’ said Jack, sharply drawing in the air, ‘I know things. Everyone knows some things. But I wish you'd share some of your wisdom with me as graciously as your food.’ ‘Wisdom is not the same as knowing things, my boy, and I am not wise.” WisdomWealthKnowledge Book:The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits Source: The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits
“Then came the first hint of fog, all silver and gold, and then more and more, turning grey and blue. Fog like that was beautiful, and it was dangerous, for you could get lost in it easily.” BeautyDangerWeatherAutumnFogMist Book:The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits Source: The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits
“The man to whom the voice belonged stepped in front of him. Though frail and worn, he had a largeness of presence that reminded Jack of the squire, and yet made him feel much different towards him. His dress was night-coloured, but for a little square on his collar that was as white as his hair.” CharacterPriestCharacter DescriptionClergyman Book:The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits Source: The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits
“Before him stood a tall bay horse, a very fine hunter, and on it sat the man. He was as large as his voice and, thought Jack, a most peculiar sight: a picture of softened sharpness. He was middle-aged and of a rather fair, but rich colouring, with glinting eyes and ruddy cheeks. He wore colourful clothes, a beautiful embroidered waistcoat of gold and green and pink and red, beneath a riding coat of a familiar shade of green, and bright white breeches with polished black top boots that had lovely brown trim. But there was nothing cheery about these colours, they were strong and shone like metal. Just like a suit of armour, thought Jack.” HorseDescriptionArmourCharacter DescriptionRiderNobleman Book:The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits Source: The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits
“She had made friends already, and like all horses she knew that important tasks should best be tackled communally.” HorseInstinctHorsesHerd BehaviorPony Book:The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits Source: The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits
“And, oh! It was a beautiful evening, as heather-purple and gorse-gold as the moorland around them, and the sky above was that stark shade of blue that looked neither dark nor light enough to be true. If it were a painting, a critic might have said that the colours were all wrong. Jack, of course, knew better than that. He had spend many an evening out on the moor. And Meadowsweet – oh how she loved it.” LightNatureEveningHeatherMoorBlue Hour Book:The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits Source: The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits