At the turning to the lower flight, he caught a glimpse of her profile, and felt that he would not readily forget its perfectness.

At the foot he asked: 'Do you wish to pass through the house?
If not, this door is open.' 'I'll go this way, sir.' She just raised her face.
'Good-bye, Miss Trent,' he said, offering his hand.
'Good-bye, sir.' Then he opened the door for her.

After standing for a few moments in the vestibule, he went to speak a word to the caretaker.
Thyrza walked home, looking neither to right nor to left.

There was a little spot of colour on each cheek which would not melt away.

Reaching the room upstairs, she sat down without taking off her things.