In her eyes there shone the light of tenacity, and a steady purpose.

A student of human nature must have regretted that the soul looking out of such eyes should have been vouchsafed to a woman.

For strength and purpose in a man are usually exercised for the good of mankind, while in a woman such qualities must, it would seem, benefit no more than one man of her own generation, and a few who may follow her in the next.
"There is nothing," she said, turning to her book again, "for a man to do in Farlingford." "And for a woman-- ?" inquired Barebone, without looking at her.
"There is always something--everywhere." And Septimus Marvin's reflective "Yes--yes," as he paused in his walk and looked seaward, came in appropriately as a grave confirmation of Miriam's jesting statement.
"Yes--yes," he repeated, turning toward Barebone, who stood listening to the boy's chatter.

"You find us as you left us, Loo.

Was it six months ago?
Ah! How time flies when one remains stationary.