Was it now besieged by something else ?--was the Faun in him, at last, after these three years, beginning to feel the bitter grip of humanity?
'"Deeper"?
I don't know what you mean.

There is nothing "deep" in me!' She often recalled that saying of his, and the look of perplexity which had accompanied it.
To herself of late he had been always courteous and indulgent; she had hardly had an uncivil word from him! But it seemed to her that he had also begun to avoid her, and the suspicion hurt her amazingly.

If indeed it were true, then leave Mannering she must.
He came up with her at a cross-road, and threw her a look of enquiry.
'You have been to the village ?' 'To the hospital.

Thirty fresh wounded arrived last night.' 'I have just seen Chicksands,' said the Squire abruptly.

'Arthur tells him the German attack must be launched in a week or two, and may come any day.