Without a thought of whether it were right or wrong she ran to her room at the other end of the corridor, fetched a candle, and went back to her mother’s door

The mists of chill November crept up from the valley, and hung upon the hill-side. The river was half hidden under a silvery veil, on those dim November afternoons. An autumnal tranquillity hung over the sombre old Water House

Just now he felt that mind was paramount over matter, and was hardly disposed to interest himself warmly in a young woman who might have no existence except in his own idea of her

With jingling spurs a tall cowboy stalked out of the post-office to confront his three comrades crossing the wide street from the saloon opposite

The glow of the fire, the subdued radiance of the lamps, the rich dark red of the curtains, made a warm brightness unknown in those bare rooms at home

That the people themselves did not regard the reform as a trifle is plain from the numerous rebellions against it It is generally some combination of trifles which determines the great events of life