She longed exceedingly to offer Lucina a wineglass of a home-brewed cordial, compounded from the rich juice of the blackberry, the finest of French brandy, and sundry spices, which was her panacea, but she abstained, lest it disturb her.

Miss Camilla set a greater value upon peace of mind than upon aught else.
Lucina bent her face over her book, and turned the leaves quickly, as if she were reading with absorption.

Presently Miss Camilla thought she looked better.

The soft lapping as of waves, of the Sabbath calm, began again to oversteal her body and spirit.

Visions of her peaceful past seemed to confuse themselves with the present.