It must be so, from force of circumstances.
It was pleasant to me to watch this man and woman.

It seemed to me that the hard lines in Grant Harlson's face became, week by week and month by month, less harshly and clearly defined, while upon the face of his wife grew that new look of a content and ownership which marks the woman who sleeps in some man's arms, the one who owns her--the same look which Grant, with his broader experience and keener insight, used to recognize when he puzzled me so in telling whimsically, in the street cars, who were wedded, without looking at their rings.

It may have been a fancy, but it seemed to me the two grew very much to look alike.

It was in no feature, in nothing I can describe, but in something beyond words, in a certain way which cannot be defined.

It may have been but the unconscious imitation by each of some trick of the other's speech, or manner, but it appeared a deeper thing.