An exultation half-physical, half-spiritual, filled her.
When she rose, her little, thin face was radiant.

She seemed to measure the shortness of the work and woe of the world as between her thumb and finger.

The joy of the divine filled all her longing.
When Abby came home, who shared her chamber, she felt no jealousy.
She only inquired whether she had gone quite home with Ellen.

"Yes, I did," replied Abby.

"I don't think it is safe for her to go past that lonely place below the Smiths'." "I'm glad you did," said Maria, with an angelic inflection in her voice.
"Robert Lloyd came to see Ellen, and she ran away over here, and wouldn't see him, because they had all been plaguing her about him," said Abby.