Her beauty was of the kind which, leaving the ordinary man untouched, addressed itself with the strangest potency to an especially vehement nature here and there.
Her mind, uttering itself in the simplest phrases, laid a spell upon certain other minds set apart and chosen.

She could not speak but the soul of this rude mill-owner was exalted beyond his own intelligence.
Forced to wait the end of his speech, Emily stood with her head bowed in sadness.

Fear had passed; she recognised the heart-breaking sincerity of his words, and compassionated him.

When he became silent, she could not readily reply.

He was speaking again, below his breath.
'You are thinking?
I know how you can't help regarding me.