The lines about his chin and brow seemed to tighten and strengthen and steel, while the grey eyes had for a moment a glint of fire.
Three people never forgot that face.

It was a pity that the lady at his side was prevented from seeing it by her position, for otherwise life might have gone differently with both.

But the things which we call chance are in the power of the Fateful Goddesses who reserve their right to juggle with poor humanity.
Alice only heard the words, but they pleased her.

Mr.Stocks fell farther into the background of disfavour.

She had imagination and fire as well as common sense.