An alabaster vase of fruit lay broken by the side of the table, from which it had fallen unnoticed to the floor.

No other articles of ornament appeared in the apartment.

Hermanric's downcast eyes and melancholy, unchanging expressions betrayed the gloomy abstraction in which he was absorbed.

With one hand clasped in his, and the other resting with her head on his shoulder, Antonina listened attentively to the alternate rising and falling of the wind.

Her beauty had grown fresher and more woman-like during her sojourn at the farm-house.