Mr.Muir, as her guardian and the manager of her property, had been a true friend and loyal to his trust.

She entertained for him much respect and a strong, quiet affection.

He did not dwell in her thoughts merely as one who was useful to her, but rather as one who had been true to her, and to whom she in her place and way would be true and sympathetic were there occasion.
Madge was wearied indeed by her long journey, but not exhausted.

In sensations so different from those which had followed her journey to the West she recognized her immeasurable gain.

Then she had entered Mrs.Wayland's cottage helpless, hopeless, a fugitive from her own weakness.