Vicarage

The window was lead framed and diamond paned, and through it one saw the corner of the * and a pleasant hill crest, in dusky silhouette against the twilight sky.
— H. G. Wells, The wheels of chance. (London: MacMillan, 1896, p. 97).

In five minutes’ time he found himself watching the swallows curving through the blue over the * garden.
— H. G. Wells, Love and Mr. Lewisham. (London: MacMillan, 1903, p. 7).