Because now he could see into the heart of the grove.

We then turned about, and walked to another part of the grove.

Without a word he led her to the edge of the grove.

At the edge of the grove I suddenly turned to her.

On the other side of the grove the path turned back to the river.

It would not be long before he reached the other side of the grove.

"We are going to the greenhouse that you see at the other end of the grove."

"We believe the war against Caesar should begin in the land of the great grove."

"Ride ahead, now, and turn back when you come to the edge of the grove."

In the cool black of the grove I stood and stretched.