Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials.

We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr.Denham said nothing.

Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him.

Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr.Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine's mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr.
Ruskin.

He had a singular face--a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them.