For a moment, the two sisters--so strangely dissimilar in person and character--faced one another, without a word passing between them.

For a moment the deep brown eyes of the elder and the light gray eyes of the younger looked into each other with steady, unyielding scrutiny on either side.

Norah's face was the first to change; Norah's head was the first to turn away.
She dropped her sister's arm in silence.

Magdalen stooped and picked up her parasol.
"I try to keep my temper," she said, "and you call me heartless for doing it.

You always were hard on me, and you always will be." Norah clasped her trembling hands fast in each other.