He is certainly a hustler," exclaimed Nora, gazing upon the scene before them.
"Who ?" inquired Mrs.Waring-Gaunt.
"Ernest Switzer," said Nora, unable to keep the grudge out of her voice.
"It is only a week since I was up here and during that time he has actually made this village, the streets, the sidewalks--and if that is not actually a system of water pipes." "Some hustler, as you say, Miss Nora, eh, what ?" said Tom.
"Wonderful," replied Nora; "he is wonderful." Jack glanced at the girl beside him.

It seemed to him that it needed no mind-reader to interpret the look of pride, yes and of love, in the wonderful blue-grey eyes.

Sick as from a heavy blow he turned away from her; the flicker of hope that his brother-in-law's words had kindled in his heart died out and left him cold.

He was too late; why try to deceive himself any longer?
The only thing to do was to pull out and leave this place where every day brought him intolerable pain.

But today he would get all he could, to-day he would love her and win such poor scraps as he could from her eyes, her smiles, her words.
"Glorious view that," he said, touching her arm and sweeping his hand toward the mountains.
She started at his touch, a faint colour coming into her face.