He thought he recognized in these demonstrations a prouder instinct than feminine false shame.

It was as if she had tried to hide from him some sacred thing--as if she had risen up in her indignation to guard the portals of her soul.

To be sure he was in no mood just then for entering sanctuaries; but for all that he did not like to have the door slammed in his face.
Thank heaven, the worst had not happened.

The little creature's volatile beauty fluttered back to her from time to time; there was a purified transparent quality in it that had been wanting before.

It had still the trick of fluctuating, vanishing, as if it had caught something of her soul's caprice; but while it was there Mrs.Nevill Tyson was a more beautiful woman than she had been before.