I stood at the open door for a moment, and, gazing at him, inwardly justified the white lady in preferring him to me.

A nobler countenance I never saw.

Loving-kindness beamed from every line of his face.

It seemed as if he would repay himself for the late arduous combat, by indulging in all the gentleness of a womanly heart.

But when the talk ceased for a moment, he seemed to fall into a reverie.