Little Ozzy stood in the middle of the room, with his mouth open and his legs very wide apart, struck with something like awe at this new power in 'Tin-Tin,' as he called her, whom he had been accustomed to think of as a playfellow not at all clever, and very much in need of his instruction on many subjects.

A genie soaring with broad wings out of his milkjug would not have been more astonishing.
Caterina was singing the very air from the _Orfeo_ which we heard her singing so many months ago at the beginning of her sorrows.

It was '_Ho perduto_', Sir Christopher's favourite, and its notes seemed to carry on their wings all the tenderest memories of her life, when Cheverel Manor was still an untroubled home.

The long happy days of childhood and girlhood recovered all their rightful predominance over the short interval of sin and sorrow.
She paused, and burst into tears--the first tears she had shed since she had been at Foxholm.

Maynard could not help hurrying towards her, putting his arm round her, and leaning down to kiss her hair.