The path was hardly wide enough for two, and now and then she felt her shoulder touch his arm.

Every time this happened, she fancied her companion gave a kind of involuntary start, and looked around at her with a quick, inquiring expression--fancied, for she did not meet his look, being herself conscious of a sort of irregularity of the breath and pulse attending these contacts, which she could not understand, and did not feel altogether at ease about.

Certainly, there was something odd in this Bressant! Cornelia hardly knew whether he strongly repelled or powerfully attracted her.

She had half a mind to run back to the house.
At this moment, however, they arrived at the fountain, and stood silently contemplating its weak, persistent struggles.

The heavy rain had not raised its spirits a whit; but neither had it lessened its sense of duty to be performed.