I don't see why you jump way ahead into trouble before you get to it." "I've got to it, and I can feel the steam of it in my face," Eva said, with unconscious imagery.

Then she lit a lamp, and went up-stairs to change her dress before Jim Tenny arrived.
It was snowing hard.

Ellen sat in her place by the window and watched the flakes drive past the radiance of the street-lamp on the corner, and past the reflection of the warm, bright room.

Now she could see, since the light was in the room where she sat, her father beside the table reading his paper, and shadowy images of all the familiar things projecting themselves like a mirage of home into the night and storm.

Ellen could see, even without turning round, that her father looked very sober, and did not seem to be much interested in his paper, and a vague sense of calamity oppressed her.