I coughed warningly and placed my finger on my lips, making the sign of silence to Dorothy.

The girl made a wondrous and beautiful struggle against her wrath, and in a moment all signs of ill-temper disappeared, and her face took on an expression of sweet meekness which did not belong there of right.

She quietly sat down again, and when I looked at her, I would have sworn that Griselda in the flesh was sitting opposite me.

Sir George was right.

"Ways such as the girl had of late developed were dangerous." Hell was in them to an extent little dreamed of by her father.
Breakfast was finished in silence.