Immediately the uncouth savage voice was raised high again, and quelled by the parson's calm tone.

Then there was a great settling of a heavy body close to the threshold.

The black woman had thrown herself at the sill of her darling's door, to keep watch, like a faithful dog.
Madelon Hautville, when she entered Dorothy Fair's room, had her mind not been fixed upon its one end, which was above all such petty details of existence, might well have looked about her.

No such dainty maiden bower was there in the whole village as this.

Madelon's own chamber, carpetless and freezing cold, with its sparse furniture and scanty sweep of white curtains across the furred windows which filled the room with the blue-white light of frost, was desolation to it.
A great fire blazed on Dorothy Fair's chamber hearth.