After he had gone to his room for the night, she would hear him pacing the floor, back and forth, back and forth.

She asked no more questions, however; minding her own business was a specialty of Keziah's, and it was a rare quality in Trumet.
Sunday was a cloudy, warm day, "muggy," so Captain Zeb described it.
After the morning service Mr.Ellery, as usual, went home with Captain Daniels and Annabel.

Keziah returned to the parsonage, ate a lonely dinner, washed the dishes, and sat down to read a library book.

She read for an hour and then, finding it difficult to keep her mind on the story, gave it up, closed the book and, rising, walked to the window.
But the misty, hot loneliness of the afternoon, was neither interesting nor cheerful, so she turned away and went upstairs to her own room.

Her trunk was in one corner of this room and she unlocked it, taking from a compartment of the tray a rosewood writing case, inlaid with mother-of-pearl, a present from her father, who had brought it home from sea when she was a girl.
From the case she took a packet of letters and a daguerreotype.