The map of Palestine, the old Bible, and some newly-acquired commentaries, obtruded themselves painfully as ornaments.

There was no nook or corner in which anything could hide in shadow; there were no shutters on the windows, for there was no one to pass by, unless it might be some good or evil spirit that floated upon the dark air.
Mr.Simpson continued to read his paper without heeding his son.

The mother's voice chiding the maid in the next room was the only sound that broke the silence.
"I'll write to that merchant you used to know at Souris, father," Caius spoke in a business-like voice.

"He will be able to find out from all the vessels that come in to what extent there is disease on the Magdalens." The exciting cause in Caius of this remark was his father's indifference and opposition, and the desire to probe it.
"You'll do nothing of the sort." Simpson's answer was very testy.

"What call have you to interfere with the Magdalens ?" His anger rose from a cause perhaps more explicable to an onlooker than to himself.
In the course of years there had grown in the mind of Caius much prejudice against the form and measure of his parents' religion.