Barney looked at this tree, which was glorified for the time almost out of its common meaning as a tree, as he might have looked at a gorgeous procession passing before him, while his mind was engrossed with his own misery, seeming to project before his eyes like a veil.
Presently it grew dusky, and the glowing apples faded; the town-clock struck eight.

Barney counted the strokes; then he arose and went slowly back.

He had not gone far when he saw at a distance down the road a man and woman strolling slowly towards him.

They disappeared suddenly, and he thought they had turned into a lane which opened upon the road just there.

He thought to himself, and with no concern, that it might have been his sister Rebecca--something about the woman's gait suggested her--and William Berry.