A slight sense of fatigue invaded me; and I did not then understand that it came from my steady and sustained efforts to ignore what any eyes could not choose but see--this young girl's beauty--yes, despite her sorry mien and her rags--a beauty that was fashioned to trouble men; and which was steadily invading my senses whether I would or no.
Walking along the road and springing over the puddles, I thought to myself that it was small wonder such a wench was pestered in a common soldier's camp.

For she had about her everything to allure the grosser class--a something--indescribable perhaps--but which even such a man as I had become unwillingly aware of.

And I must have been very conscious of it, for it made me restless and vaguely ashamed that I should condescend so far as even to notice it.

More than that, it annoyed me not a little that I should bestow any thought upon this creature at all; but what irritated me most was that Boyd had so demeaned himself as to seek her out behind my back.
When I came to the manor house, it had already begun to rain again; and even as I entered the house, a tempest of rain and wind burst once more over the hills with a violence I had scarcely expected.
Encountering Major Lockwood and Lieutenant Boyd in the hall, I scowled at the latter askance, but remembered my manners, and smoothed my face and told them of my success.
"Rain or no," said I, "she has promised me to send this Sagamore here tonight.

And I am confident she will keep her word." "Which means," said Boyd, with an unfeigned sigh, "that we travel north tomorrow.