She moved as if breathing the air that suited her.
From the terrace on the roof, their eyes commanded a wide and beautiful prospect, seen at this moment of the year in its brightest array of infinitely varied verdure.

Constance, still in an absent tone, pointed out the features of the landscape, naming villages, hills, and great estates.

Hollingford, partly under a canopy of smoke, lay low by its winding river, and in that direction Dyce most frequently turned his eyes.
"I felt very much obliged to you," he said, "for your carefully written letter.

But wasn't there one rather serious omission ?" Speaking, he looked at Constance with a humorous twinkle of the eye.
She smiled.
"Yes, there was.

But, after all, it did no harm." "Perhaps not.