For that singing Spring that had for a moment trespassed in the room had reminded her of very familiar things, and for a few seconds she had stood upon a beloved hill, and had looked down between beech trees on a far valley, like a promised land; and had seen in the valley a pale river and a dark town, like milk and honey.
As for Miss Ford, she had become rather white.

Although the blind had now pulled itself down, and dismissed April, Miss Ford continued to look at the window.

But she cleared her throat and said hoarsely: "Will you kindly answer my questions?
I asked you what your trade was." "It's too dretful of me to interrupt," said Lady Arabel suddenly.

"But, do you know, Meta, I feel we are wasting this committee's time.

This young person needs no assistance from us." She turned to the Stranger, and added: "My dear, I am dretfully ashamed.