Young love argues from effect to cause, and so limitless seemed the strength of his sentiment that the simplicity of her mind and the susceptibility of her girlhood were to him like some epic poem which arouses men to passion and strong deeds.

Ignominiously bound as he was, his heart lightened; all doubt of his mission to love her and its ultimate success passed from him.

He turned the handle and pushed the door half open.
The long drawing-room was almost dark; the shutters had not been opened; the furniture remained as it had stood when the brilliant assembly of the previous evening had broken up; the large fireplace was full of ashes; the atmosphere was deadly cold.

Courthope stood in the streak of light which entered with him.

Upon the floor, crouching, her cheek leaning against the lower part of her father's picture, was Madge King.
She was dressed in a blanket coat; moccasins were upon her feet; a fur cap lay upon the ground beside her.