She might be dead before five years were over.

This afternoon she had felt no great desire to live, but that despair, of course, was wrong.

She had not remembered at the moment how dear she and her father were to each other.

As long as they were together there must be compensations for anything in life.
She had expected her father to speak, but he did not.

While he had been standing by the fire awaiting her coming he had had qualms.