Send me out to the work of life maimed and sorrowful, or send me out your knight, your possession, pledged--' But his voice failed him.

What a note of youth, of imagination, of impulsive eagerness there was through it all! The more slowly moving, inarticulate nature was swept away by it.

There was but one object clear to her in the whole world of thought or sense, everything else had sunk out of sight--drowned in a luminous mist.
He rose and stood before her as he delivered his ultimatum, his tall form drawn up to its full height.

In the east, across the valley, above the farther buttress of High Fell, there was a clearer strip of sky, visible for a moment among the moving storm-clouds, and a dim haloed moon shone out in it.

Far away a white-walled cottage glimmered against the fell: the pools at their feet shone in the weird, passing light.
She lifted her head, and looked at him, still irresolute.