His grief was not all ignoble, for it was for his girl he grieved most; his wonderful child, so much more gifted than the children of other men, whom nature had treated more kindly than himself, men who could hear and speak, but whose daughters were only commonplace creatures.

The money was hers, not his; and it was too late now for him to make up the heavy loss.

The blow which had deprived him of the fruits of his labor seemed to have incapacitated him for further work.
Moreover, Phebe was away oftener than usual: gone to the house of the spoiler.

Nor did she come home, as she had been wont to do, with radiant eyes, and a soft, sweet smile coming and going, and many a pleasant piece of news to tell off on her nimble fingers.

She returned with tear-stained eyelids and a downcast air, and was often altogether silent as to the result of the day's absence.
He strove, notwithstanding a haunting dread of failure, to resume his old occupation.