Ragged and stained apparel did not prove her of a common sort.

Jean had known a number of fine and wholesome girls of good family; and he remembered his sister.

This Ellen Jorth was that kind of a girl irrespective of her present environment.

Jean championed her loyally, even after he had gratified his selfish pride.
It was then--contending with an intangible and stealing glamour, unreal and fanciful, like the dream of a forbidden enchantment--that Jean arrived at the part in the little woodland drama where he had kissed Ellen Jorth and had been unrebuked.

Why had she not resented his action?
Dispelled was the illusion he had been dreamily and nobly constructing.