His big-rimmed black hat was crushed in his left hand.

Mary was in pale blue which became her well, and on her softly rounded face a thoughtful smile rested.

She always walked with uncommon dignity, and the eyes of many young men followed her.

There was something about her companion not quite analyzable to her city friends--something alien and savage and admirable.
Entering the hall they found it well filled, but Mary secured a seat near the side door for Harold, and with a smile said, "I may not see you till to-morrow.

Here is my address.