The blithe glance was more drooping.

The clear, ringing voice was lower.

The words that generally fell with such a neat, crisp articulation from her lips now lingered upon them as if they were somehow honeyed, and so flowed more smoothly and more slowly.

She told of her first encounter with Mr.Newt at the Widow Simmers's--she told of all that she had heard from her cousin, Gabriel Bennet.
"Indeed, Aunt Martha, I should like to have every body think of me as kindly as he thinks of every body." She had been speaking for some time.

When she stopped, Aunt Martha said, quietly, "But, Amy, although you have told me how charitable he is, you have not told me why he wanted to come here because he saw you at the window." "I suppose," replied Amy, "it was because he thought there must be somebody to relieve here." "Don't you suppose he thinks there is somebody to relieve in the next house, and the next, and has been ever since he has had an office in South Street ?" Amy felt very warm, and replied, carelessly, that she thought it was quite likely.
"I have plenty of time to think up here, my child," continued Aunt Martha.