To see a fine, tall, upstanding creature colour in that way was not disagreeable when one realised that she coloured because she feared she might offend one.
"What did you think 'perhaps' ?" was his lenient response.
Her colour grew warmer, but this time from a sense of relief, because he was evidently not as displeased as he might have been.
"I took a long walk this morning," she said.

"I went through the High Wood and came out by the place called The Kennel Farm.

I was thinking a good deal of poor Mrs.Osborn because I had heard from her this morning, and she seemed so unhappy.

I was looking at her letter again when I turned into the lane leading to the house.

Then I saw that no one was living there, and I could not help going in to look--it is such a delightful old building, with its queer windows and chimneys, and the ivy which seems never to have been clipped.