Yet from the transition he had remained always a little apart.

Reverence had become for him a habit of mind, and he had learned that respect could outlive even a belief in the thing upon which it was founded.

Mr.
Jonathan and he had been soldiers together.

His old commander still entered his thoughts to the rattle of musketry and the roar of cannon, and a single sublime action at Malvern Hill had served in the mind of the soldier to spread a legendary glamour over a life which held hardly another incident that was worthy of remembrance.
At his entrance Molly melted from her hostile attitude, and while she hung on the old man's breast, Gay noticed, with surprise, that she was made up of enchanting curves and delicious softness.

Her sharpened features grew rounder, and her thin red lips lost their hardness of outline.