The great tradition swept upon you.

You bowed to it,--you felt!' She made no reply.

Far within she was conscious of a kind of tremor.

The personality beside her seemed to be laying an intimate, encroaching hand upon her own, and her maidenliness shrank before it.
She threw herself hastily upon other subjects.

Presently, he found to his surprise that she was speaking to him of his book.
'It would be so sad if it were not finished,' she said timidly.