The letter, in that intimate place, spread a region of consciousness round it which hastened his blood and his step.

There was purpose in his whole bearing; Advena Murchison, looking back at some suggestion of Lorne's, caught it, and lost for a moment the meaning of what she said.

When he overtook them, with plain intention, she walked beside the two men, withdrawn and silent, like a child.

It was unexpected and overwhelming, his joining them after the service, accompanying them, as it were, in the flesh after having led them so far in the spirit; he had never done it before.
She felt her heart confronted with a new, an immediate issue, and suddenly afraid.

It shrank from the charge for which it longed, and would have fled; yet, paralysed with delight, it kept time with her sauntering feet.
They talked of the sermon, which had been strongly tinged with the issue of the day.