But there was this noticeable in Gertrude: whatever took away from her gayety increased her tenderness.

The infirmities of her frame never touched her temper.

She was kind, gentle, loving to the last.
They had crossed to the opposite banks, to visit the Castle of Hammerstein.

The evening was transparently serene and clear; and the warmth of the sun yet lingered upon the air, even though the twilight had passed and the moon risen, as their boat returned by a lengthened passage to the village.

Broad and straight flows the Rhine in this part of its career.