Her hands dropped from the curtain.

Her beautiful arms moved slightly forward; it seemed to him that she would in the next moment have extended them towards him.

But even then she said hurriedly, "Go! Go!" and slipped again behind the curtains.
He quickly descended the stairs as the sound of trampling feet on the road, and the hurried word of command, announced the return of the scouting party.

The officer had little report to make beyond the fact that a morning mist, creeping along the valley, prevented any further observation, and bade fair to interrupt their own communications with the camp.

Everything was quiet in the west, although the enemy's lines along the ridge seemed to have receded.
Brant had listened impatiently, for a new idea had seized him.