Her tremors had trembled away; she was like a child who discovers that the shaggy monster it has so long been afraid to touch is an inanimate terror, compounded of straw and saw-dust, and that it is even a safe audacity to tickle its nose.

As to whether the love-knot of which Mary Garland had the keeping still held firm, who should pronounce?
The young girl, as we know, did not wear it on her sleeve.

She always sat at the table, near the candles, with a piece of needle-work.

This was the attitude in which Rowland had first seen her, and he thought, now that he had seen her in several others, it was not the least becoming..