There is no street railway within half a mile." She went no further.

I could go no further.

The carriage was hers--not mine.
Mrs.C---- 's brother did not call on me, nor did she ever again.

The latter circumstance might not have excited surprise, had she not treated me with marked coldness when I met her casually at the house of a friend.

In the busy whirl of an active life, I should have forgotten this circumstance, or set it down to my own imagination, had not her brother's paper contained, a month or so later, an attack upon myself that amazed me by what I thought was causeless acrimony.