O God, give strength to thy creature, on whom thou hast laid this great agony! He is nearly up to the bough, and the white object is moving.

It is a waterfowl, that spreads its wings and flies away screaming.

He hardly knows whether it is a relief or a disappointment that she is not there.

The conviction that she is dead presses its cold weight upon him none the less heavily.
As he reached the great pool in front of the Manor, he saw Mr.Bates, with a group of men already there, preparing for the dreadful search which could only displace his vague despair by a definite horror; for the gardener, in his restless anxiety, had been unable to defer this until other means of search had proved vain.

The pool was not now laughing with sparkles among the water-lilies.