Wild language occupied the way, until we shook farewell at Combe.
It is a lovely night; how clear one can see the road on the other side of the combe!
I shall hear her say it even when I am in my room, with the combe between.
A combe, in west of England parlance, is a deep, ravinelike valley.
No—the one easiest had, and as likely as any to serve our turn, is the young lady ...