That her mother had written to consult the oracle she was well aware, for she had been sent to post the letter.

She had an instinctive apprehension that the answer would prove a turning-point in her career.
For a day or two everything went on as usual.

Mrs.Woodward did not again allude to her difficulties, Percy had conveniently forgotten them, and the younger children were not aware of their existence.

Winona lived with a black spot dancing before her mental eyes.

It was continually rising up and blotting out the sunshine.