She bit first her lower, then her upper lip.
'You said that at once, Thyrza ?' 'Yes.

I felt I must.' 'You felt you must ?' Thyrza could but inadequately explain what she meant by this.

The words involved a truth, but one of which she had no conscious perception.
Gilbert Grail was a man of strong personality, and in no previous moment of life had his being so uttered itself in look and word as when involuntarily he revealed his love.

More, the vehemence of his feeling went forth in that subtle influence with which forcible natures are able to affect now an individual, now a crowd.

Thyrza was very susceptible of such impression; the love which had become all-potent in Gilbert's heart sensibly moved her own.