For the absence of human companionship in bestial forms; the loss of green fields, free to her as to the winds of heaven, and of country sounds and odours; and an almost constant sense of oppression from the propinquity of one or another whom she had cause to fear, were speedily working sad effects upon her.

The little colour she had died out of her cheek.

Her face grew thin, and her blue eyes looked wistful and large out of their sulken cells.

Not often were tears to be seen in them now, and yet they looked well acquainted with tears--like fountains that had been full yesterday.

She never smiled, for there was nothing to make her smile.
But she gained one thing by this desolation: the thought of her dead father came to her, as it had never come before; and she began to love him with an intensity she had known nothing of till now.