Her dear brown face was as shy and rapturous as the face of any young girl in love who knows she is beloved.

They were standing by the fire when I went in.
My godmother had one foot on the fender and her hand supported her cheek.

As I went up to her, I saw in the mirror that she was wearing a very beautiful ring of sapphires which I had noticed on Uncle Luke's hand.
She kissed me almost timidly, with her eyes down.
"She has taken me back again, Bawn," said Uncle Luke.
"He would not listen to me when I said I was too old," said my dear godmother.
In the dining-room Neil Doherty was bustling about with an air of great importance.

Lord and Lady St.Leger had not yet come in.
"Sure, it never rains but it pours," Neil said, lifting a bottle of wine from the hearth where he had put it to take the chill off.

"There's a great stir in the country.