This was the difference between them.
She could not watch without an occasional thought for a time that was no more.

The man seemed to be content that the past had been lived through and would never renew itself.
"After all," she said, "she is my sister's child.

The sympathy may only be a matter of blood.

Perhaps I was like that myself once.

Was I?
You can tell me." She looked slowly round the room and his face hardened.