1 The road grew more level, and we appeared to fly along.
2 The road was rugged, but still we seemed to fly over it with a feverish haste.
3 We could see now the sandy road lying white before us, but there was on it no sign of a vehicle.
4 The carriage went at a hard pace straight along, then we made a complete turn and went along another straight road.
5 I was told that this road is in summertime excellent, but that it had not yet been put in order after the winter snows.
6 We closed the door behind us, lest when we should have lit our lamps we should possibly attract attention from the road.
7 My fear was justified when I saw the same cart which had passed before coming down the road, having on it some great wooden boxes.
8 I shrugged my shoulders, however, and rested silent, for Van Helsing had a way of going on his own road, no matter who remonstrated.
9 It is used but little, and very different from the coach road from the Bukovina to Bistritz, which is more wide and hard, and more of use.
10 We took our lunch to Mulgrave Woods, Mrs. Westenra driving by the road and Lucy and I walking by the cliff-path and joining her at the gate.
11 The Professor had evidently noted the road we were to go, for he went on unhesitatingly; but, as for me, I was in quite a mixup as to locality.
12 In this respect it is different from the general run of roads in the Carpathians, for it is an old tradition that they are not to be kept in too good order.
13 When we were alone and had heard the last of the footsteps die out up the road, we silently, and as if by ordered intention, followed the Professor to the tomb.
14 Before us lay a green sloping land full of forests and woods, with here and there steep hills, crowned with clumps of trees or with farmhouses, the blank gable end to the road.