"Helen," he said hoarsely, "for the sake of my eternal happiness seek for truth, seek for truth!" She only looked at him, with speechless love struggling through the pain in her eyes.
The long, slow journey to Ashurst passed like a troubled dream.

It was an effort to adjust her mind to the different life to which she was going.
Late in the afternoon, the train drew up to the depot in Mercer, and Helen tried to push aside her absorbing thought of John's suffering, that she might greet her uncle naturally and gladly.

The rector stood on the platform, his stick in one hand and his glasses in the other, and his ruddy face beaming with pleasure.

When he saw her, he opened his arms and hugged her; it would have seemed to Dr.Howe that he was wanting in affection had he reserved his demonstrations until they were alone.
"Bless my soul," he cried, "it is good to see you again, my darling child.

We're all in such distress in Ashurst, you'll do us good.