With downcast eyes she bowed to him and took it.

A dead silence followed.

Never was any human misunderstanding more intricately complete than the misunderstanding which had now established itself between those two.
Mercy's work-basket was near her.

She took it, and gained time for composing herself by pretending to arrange the colored wools.

He stood behind her chair, looking at the graceful turn of her head, looking at the rich masses of her hair.