The glimmering gold of Judith Pride's bracelet flashed out the yellow gleam which has been the reddening of so many hands and the blackening of so, many souls since that innocent sin-breeder was first picked up in the land of Havilah.

There came a sudden light into her eye, such as Bathsheba had never seen there before.

It looked to her as if Myrtle were saying unconsciously to herself that she had the power of beauty, and would like to try its influence on the handsome young man whom she was soon to meet, even at the risk of unseating poor little Susan in his affections.
This pained the gentle and humble-minded girl, who, without having tasted the world's pleasures, had meekly consecrated herself to the lowly duties which lay nearest to her.

For Bathsheba's phrasing of life was in the monosyllables of a rigid faith.

Her conceptions of the human soul were all simplicity and purity, but elementary.