What to do with that she knew full well.
She showed no sign of sorrow: but she spoke rarely to any one.

A dead dull weight seemed to hang over her.

To preachers, class-leaders, gossips, who upbraided her for not letting them see her mother, she replied by silence.

People thought her becoming idiotic.
The day after the last creditor was paid she packed up her little box: hired a cart to take her to the nearest coach; and vanished from Aberalva, without bidding farewell to a human being, even to her School-children.
* * * * * Vavasour had been buried more than a week.

Mark and Mary were sitting in the dining-room, Mark at his port and Mary at her work, when the footboy entered.
"Sir, there's a young woman wants to speak with you." "Show her in, if she looks respectable," said Mark, who had slippers on, and his feet on the fender, and was, therefore, loth to move.
"Oh, quite respectable, sir, as ever I see;" and the lad ushered in a figure, dressed and veiled in deep black.
"Well, ma'am, sit down, pray; and what can I do for you!" "Can you tell me, sir," answered a voice of extraordinary sweetness and gentleness, very firm, and composed withal, "if Mr.Thomas Thurnall is in Whitbury ?" "Thurnall?
He has sailed for the East a week ago.