The daughter (the elder of the two children) either from compassion or because women are naturally more enduring, remained in bondage to the poet for several years, till she too seized a chance of escape by throwing herself into the arms, the muscular arms, of the pedestrian Fyne.

This was either great luck or great sagacity.

A civil servant is, I should imagine, the last human being in the world to preserve those traits of the cave-dweller from which she was fleeing.

Her father would never consent to see her after the marriage.

Such unforgiving selfishness is difficult to understand unless as a perverse sort of refinement.