In the hall she nearly ran against the cook.

The woman was standing there, motionless, breathing deeply, her eyes fixed upon the dining-room.

When she saw Maggie, she moved as though she would speak, then something in the girl's face checked her.
She drew back into the shadow.
Maggie left the house.
The brother and sister, remaining in the room, walked towards one another as though driven by some common need of sympathy and protection against an outside power.

Mathew Cardinal felt a genuine indignation that had but seldom figured in his life before.

He had hated his brother, always, and never so greatly as at the moments of the man's reluctant charity towards him.