The occasion ought, she felt, to have brought them nearer together; but on his side there appeared to be no such feeling.

The time hung very heavily on her hands.

She tried to go on with her studies, but it was a mere pretence.
Soon, she learnt that there was no hope; the sick man had sunk into a state of unconsciousness from which he would probably not awake.

She haunted the neighbourhood of the house, or, in her lodging, sat like one who waits, and the waiting was for she knew not what.

There was once more to be a great change in her life, but of what kind she could not foresee.