She was not repelled, but neither did any movement respond to her yearning.

She always came away with a sad heart.
One evening in the week she looked forward to with eagerness; it was that on which Waymark was generally expected.

In Waymark's presence she could forget those dark spirits that hovered about her; she could forget herself, and be at rest in the contemplation of strength and confidence.

There was a ring in his voice which inspired faith; whatever might be his own doubts and difficulties--and his face testified to his knowledge of both--it was so certain that he had power to overcome them.

This characteristic grew stronger in him to her observation; he was a far other man now than when she first knew him; the darkness had passed from his eyes, which seemed always to look straight forward, and with perception of an end he was nearing.