He turned a wrinkled and abominable little visage to every passer-by, and to the circle of children that soon gathered round, and to Hepzibah's shop-door, and upward to the arched
window, whence Phoebe and Clifford were looking down.
The high, deep, blue sky arched
over Misselthwaite as well as over the moor, and she kept lifting her face and looking up into it, trying to imagine what it would be like to lie down on one of the little snow-white clouds and float about.
The length of the room ran an arched
ceiling ablaze with countless radium bulbs.