He knew nothing, it is true, or next to nothing, of her nature; but that was of little consequence to one who knew nothing, and never troubled himself to know anything, of his own.

Was he doomed never to come near his idol ?--Ah, there she was! Yes; it was she--all but lost in a humble group near the door! His foolish heart--not foolish in that--gave a great bound, as if it would leap to her where she stood.
She was dressed in white muslin, from which her white throat rose warm and soft.

Her head was bent forward, and a gentle dissolved smile was over all her face, as with loveliest eyes she watched eagerly the motions of the dance, and her ears drank in the music of the yeomanry band.

He seized the first opportunity of getting nearer to her.

He had scarcely spoken to her before, but that did not trouble Tom.