In Dublin he was picking up all manner of pretty things in the way of antique furniture and china and glass and silver and pictures.

We were to stay at the cottage a few days after our marriage, before we went abroad; and afterwards it was to be our home till such time as I desired a finer one.
He was so generous that at times I felt ashamed that he should do so much for an unwilling bride; and if I could have felt less aversion for him I would gladly have done so.

I used to feel that if I could watch him lavishing everything on another woman--for he squandered his love as well as his money on me--I could have liked and admired him.
The woods were full of the yellow leaves of autumn and the wind sighed mournfully in the bare branches as I went on my way to the postern in the wall.

Outside it I turned to the left, and walked for half a mile or so along a grassy road, overhung with trees, till I came to the entrance gates of Brosna.
The lodge was empty, and the gate yielded to a push.

There was an air of neglect about everything that was very sad.