These he would never yield to her.
And so in that manner their hands were often and long in contact.

The more of simplicity that she sensed in him the greater the advantage she took.
She had a trick of changing--and it was not altogether voluntary--from this gay, thoughtless, girlish coquettishness to the silence and the brooding, burning mystery of a woman's mood.

The strength and passion and fire of her were in her eyes, and she so used them that Lassiter had to see this depth in her, this haunting promise more fitted to her years than to the flaunting guise of a wilful girl.
The July days flew by.

Jane reasoned that if it were possible for her to be happy during such a time, then she was happy.

Little Fay completely filled a long aching void in her heart.