It suggested a consumption too great of a vitality which, to judge from her figure and stature, was already too little.
"What is the matter ?" "Nothing." "But there is ?" "No, no, no! Let your having seen me be a secret!" "Very well; I will.

Good-night, again." "Good-night." The young girl remained motionless by the tree, and Gabriel descended into the village of Weatherbury, or Lower Longpuddle as it was sometimes called.

He fancied that he had felt himself in the penumbra of a very deep sadness when touching that slight and fragile creature.

But wisdom lies in moderating mere impressions, and Gabriel endeavoured to think little of this..