A few minutes later we had reached the lodge-gates, a maze of fantastic tracery in wrought iron, with weather-bitten
pillars on either side, blotched with lichens, and surmounted by the boars' heads of the Baskervilles.
And his lady, as they were able to see her at Bun Hill, was a weather-bitten
goddess, as free from refinement as a gipsy--not so much dressed as packed for transit at a high velocity.
I got into the cart and had a wide view of the moor, which was all covered with bracken and soft mossy patches, except for a small group of weather-bitten
beeches lining the track just in front of us.