In her large comeliness she suggested less of feeling than of force, just as the gown she wore had more pretension to fashion than to grace.
When she entered the wood it was yet early morning.

Bates was not there.
She had come thus early because she feared hindrance to her coming, not because she cared when he came.

She went into the young spruce fringes of the wood near the Rexford pasture, and sat down where she had before sat to watch Principal Trenholme's house.

The leaves of the elm above her were turning yellow; the sun-laden wind that came between the spruce shades seemed chill to her; she felt cold, an unusual thing for her, and the time seemed terribly long.

When she saw Bates coming she went to the more frequented aisles of the trees to meet him.
Bates had never been a tall man, but now, thin and weak, he seemed a small one, although he still strove to hold himself up manfully.