So indeed it befell.

With a murmur of apology to her friend, and a timid movement of indescribable grace in Basil's direction, she escaped, like a fugitive wild thing, into solitude.
'Why has she gone ?' exclaimed the lover, all impatience.

'I must follow her--I cannot live away from her! Let me find her again.' His cousin checked him.
'I have to speak to you, Basil.

Come where we can be private.' They entered the room where they had sat before, and Aurelia, taking up the needlework left by Veranilda, showed it to her companion with admiration.
'She is wondrous at this art.

In a contest with Minerva, would she not have fared better than Arachne?
This mourning garment which I wear is of her making, and look at the delicate work; it was wrought four years ago, when I heard of my brother's death--wrought in a few days.