The road grew darker, as it went higher, and pine branches met over their heads.
The road grew, on the prairies, a mile and a half a day.
An empty road grew busy, reached a fishing village and ended.
For the next two hours, the road grew worse.
After the first five miles the road grew heavier.
The road grew more level, and we appeared to fly along.
The road grew more rugged less than an hour out of Khanbaliq.
From there on, the road grew easier, and dropped seaward.
It was, after all, a long way to Lyonarie, and the road wasn't growing any shorter while she sat.
The road grew rougher and began to wind up a hill.
