Everything connected with her was unusual and arresting; but over and above these circumstances there was a certain sympathy and personal affinity of which I was strongly conscious and of which I dimly hoped that she, perhaps, was a little conscious, too.

At any rate, I was deeply interested in her; of that there was no doubt whatever.

Short as our acquaintance had been, she held a place in my thoughts that had never been held by any other woman.
From Ruth Bellingham my reflections passed by a natural transition to the curious story that her father had told me.

It was a queer affair, that ill-drawn will, with the baffled lawyer protesting in the background.

It almost seemed as if there must be something behind it all, especially when I remembered Mr.Hurst's very singular proposal.
But it was out of _my_ depth; it was a case for a lawyer, and to a lawyer it should go.