She had lost the freshness that had marked her, but had gained something: a touch of dignity that she thought of as style.
Sitting down at the desk, she began to muse.

Keller had fallen ill soon after her wedding.

It was a painful illness, and as skilled help was scarce, she had nursed him until he died.

He was a plain storekeeper, but she knew he was, in many ways, a bigger and better man than Bob.

He demanded all that was his, but he kept his word, and when he undertook a thing put it over, which Bob seldom did.