Perhaps this was unusual, but she was different from other girls.

Thirlwell could not tell how she differed, but he was satisfied that she did and let the matter go.
"You start for the mine to-morrow, don't you ?" she asked presently.
"Yes," he said; "it's my last evening on the lake.

There's something melancholy about the end of a holiday, but I don't think I have felt it as much before." Agatha gave him a calm glance and saw he had not meant her to read a sentimental meaning in his admission.

It was unconscious flattery and she was pleased.
"I can understand.

One values the days of liberty when they are gone! But do you feel daunted by the thought of the work and hardship that waits you in the North ?" "Not in a way.