The man who would face a cannon's mouth would falter before the face of a woman whom he could crumple with one hand.
The wife arrived before Crozier returned, and the Young Doctor and Kitty met the train.

The local operator had not divulged to any one the contents of the telegram to Kitty, and there were no staring spectators on the platform.

As the great express stole in almost noiselessly, like a tired serpent, Kitty watched its approach with outward cheerfulness.
She had braced herself to this moment, till she looked the most buoyant, joyous thing in the world.

It had not come easily.

With desperation she had fought a fight during these three lonely days, till at last she had conquered, sleeping each night on Crozier's star-lit bed of boughs and coming in with the silver-grey light of dawn.