Her face and hands, however--a face thin, long, and sweetly hollow, and hands that were slim and sinewy--gripped and held his fancy.

He was reminded in the least degree of Stephanie; but this girl's chin was firmer and more delicately, though more aggressively, rounded.

Her eyes, too, were shrewder and less evasive, though subtle enough.
"So I meet you again," he observed, with a somewhat aloof air, as she came out on the porch and sank listlessly into a wicker chair.
"The last time I met you you were hard at work in New York." "Breaking the rules.

No, I forget; that was my easiest work.

Oh, Rolfe," she called over her shoulder, indifferently, "I see your pocket-knife out on the grass." Cowperwood, properly suppressed, waited a brief space.