She did not need to tremble at all, because it was invisible; she did not need to worry over what other people would say--what she herself would say--because it had no tangibility.

She was being pleaded with, persuaded, led into denying old rights and assuming new ones, and yet there were no words to prove it.

Such conversation as was indulged in held the same relationship to the actual mental enactments of the twain that the low music of the orchestra does to the dramatic incident which it is used to cover.
"Have you ever seen the houses along the Lake Shore on the North Side ?" asked Hurstwood.
"Why, I was just over there this afternoon--Mrs.Hale and I.Aren't they beautiful ?" "They're very fine," he answered.
"Oh, me," said Carrie, pensively.

"I wish I could live in such a place." "You're not happy," said Hurstwood, slowly, after a slight pause.
He had raised his eyes solemnly and was looking into her own.

He assumed that he had struck a deep chord.