"If father'd got a simple wound, and could be nursed and taken care of comfortably until he died, I wouldn't want any man to be hanged for it.

It's an awful, awful thing to be hanged." She waited a moment, and he did not speak.

The lesser light of night is fraught with illusions.

She thought that she saw him there quite plainly standing quiet and indifferent.

She was so accustomed to his appearance--the carefulness of his dress, the grave eyes, and the thin, drooping moustache--that her mind by habit filled in these details which she did not in reality see; nor did she see the look of agonised prayer that came and went across the habitual reserve of his face.
"Can't you believe what I say, Bart?
I say that I will give up dancing and selling beer, and sign the pledge, and dress plain, and go to church.