I could see that she lightened his troubled mind a little, for, having accepted her fate, she was resolute to make the best of it, I even heard her laugh.
That night we made her a bower of green branches, and as we ate our supper round our modest fire she sat like a queen among us.

It was odd to see the way in which her presence affected each of us.

With her Grey was the courtly cavalier, ready with a neat phrase and a line from the poets.

Donaldson and Shalah were unmoved; no woman could make any difference to their wilderness silence.

The Frenchman Bertrand grew almost gay.