When in her life before had she experienced a nameless palpitation of her heart?
Long she sat there, staring out into the night.

And the change in the aspect of the broad spaces, now dark and impenetrable and mysterious, seemed like the change in the knowledge of herself.

Once she had flattered herself that she was an inch of crystal water; now she seemed a complex, aloof, and contrary creature, almost on the verge of tumultuous emotions.
She said her prayers that night, a girlish habit resumed since her brother had declared his intention of enlisting in the army.

And to that old prayer, which her mother had prayed before her, she added an appeal of her own.

Strange that young Dorn's face should flash out of gloom! It was there, and her brother's was fading.
"I wonder--will he and Jim--meet over there--on the battle-field!" she whispered.