She meant what she said; she had no friends, but a long time ago, she'd had one whose family had a summer cottage near the coast.
Yully reached the turnoff for the cottage and sped as fast as she could through a winding road.
It dead-ended at the cottage, surrounded by a stone fence line.
The bedroom in the cottage was chilly with the door to the living room closed.
A stone cottage up the road was the only sign of inhabitation, and a herd of sheep raised their heads as he neared.
Gabriel.s small cottage was lit by a single candle that cast light on a collection of weapons along one wall and a few books on a bookshelf on another.
He would.ve been content to stay in his cottage for another hundred years or never again visit the mortal world.
She awoke with a jerk and looked around at the tiny cottage, lit only by a candle.
Names like The Morning Star, The Monte Carlo, The Clipper, The Cottage and The Club were on the west side.
They arrived at a small cottage in a clearing.
Frederick found suitable clothing for his guests and in turn, they each retired to the one bedchamber of the cottage to wash and change.
It was clear and cool outside of Gabe's small cottage in the middle of a possessed jungle. Rhyn felt the sense that someone else was there once more and looked around. Assuming the feeling has something to do with his magic, Rhyn shook it off once more. He opened the front door without knocking, already sensing it was empty. Gabe had left in a hurry. The wardrobe near his bed was open and his walls were missing many of the weapons Rhyn had seen last time.
According to Alex, Gerald had expressed interest several years ago – when the summer cottage thing was only an idea.
She smelled the ocean on the air and was surprised to see the strange stone cottage perched in the middle of a field hedged by a stone wall.
The cottage was dark, but she saw the lights of another house on down a long stretch of road that hugged a massive hill.
She rode across country with her brother, she went out shooting with Deschatres, she sat by the cottage doors on the long summer evenings and heard the flax-dressers tell their tales of witches and warlocks.
They arrived in Rome in October 1537; and lived at first in a little cottage in a vineyard and near the Trinita dei Monti.
Cottage and village nursing are varieties of the same department; the former is organized on the benefit system, and aims at supplying domestic help and sick-nursing combined in rural districts for an annual subscription of from 2s.
It took the name of Cottage City.
The nearest cottage was still some distance away.
Slowly they walked along the path toward the nearest cottage, the piglets racing and gambolling beside them and Jim pausing at every step for another mouthful of grass.
The travellers now resumed their walk toward the cottage, which they presently reached.
They now bade farewell to the kind but unseen people of the cottage, and after the man had called their attention to a high, pyramid-shaped mountain on the opposite side of the Valley, and told them how to travel in order to reach it, they again started upon their journey.
I spent the autumn months with my family at our summer cottage, on a mountain about fourteen miles from Tuscumbia.
Our cottage was a sort of rough camp, beautifully situated on the top of the mountain among oaks and pines.
We always returned to the cottage with armfuls of laurel, goldenrod, ferns and gorgeous swamp-flowers such as grow only in the South.
As soon as my examinations were over, Miss Sullivan and I hastened to this green nook, where we have a little cottage on one of the three lakes for which Wrentham is famous.
It was of small dimensions, with a peaked cottage roof, and not much else to be seen, the dirt being raised five feet all around as if it were a compost heap.
That evening a Weston squire came to the Concord hunter's cottage to inquire for his hounds, and told how for a week they had been hunting on their own account from Weston woods.
The valet, returning to the cottage, informed the count that Moscow was burning.
Dismounting at a cottage on whose wattle fence hung a signboard, GENERAL STAFF, and throwing down his reins, he entered a dark passage.