Something troubles me; I feel that I have neglected duties.

I hear voices, as distinct as yours now, reproving me for my idle, frivolous life.' 'Nonsense! I am sure you are neither idle nor frivolous.

Do doze off, if you can, dear; I'll go and get something to read.' 'You won't be angry with me ?' the girl asked, in the tone of an affectionate weary child.
'I shall if you use ceremony with me.' Beatrice sighed, folded her hands upon the fan, and closed her lids.
When Mrs.Rossall returned from the house with a magazine and a light shawl, the occupant of the hammock was already sound asleep.

She threw the shawl with womanly skill and gentleness over the shapely body.

When she had resumed her seat, she caught a glimpse of Wilfrid at a little distance; her beckoned summons brought him near.
'Look,' she whispered, pointing to the hammock.