The copiousness of her vocabulary of abuse surprised herself, and she did not shrink from tautology.

She only stopped at last for want of breath, and even then, as though she knew how dangerous was silence, she bemoaned herself with sobs and sighs.
Then Richard, all tenderness and submission, explained his presence there; showed how little he was to blame in the matter, and, indeed, how there was neither blame nor shame to be attached to either of them; spoke of his late interview with her father, gilding it with brightest hopes, and cited the marvelous attributes of the Wishing-Well itself in support of his position.

He felt himself already her affianced husband; the question of their union had become only one of time.

She was listening to him now, and had suffered him to kiss her tears away, when suddenly she started from his embrace with a muffled cry of terror.

Some movement of beast or bird in the copse had made a rustling in the underwood, but her fears gave it a human shape.