She was only sixteen, so pale and thin with nursing.

I said something about the comfort she had been to her father.
She took my hand and burst into tears.

"He was so good!" she said; "I loved him so! Oh, Mr.Thornburgh, help me to look after the others!" And that's been her one thought since then--that, next to following the narrow road.' The vicar had begun to speak with emotion, as generally happened to him whenever he was beguiled into much speech about Catherine Leyburn.

There must have been something great somewhere in the insignificant elderly man.

A meaner soul might so easily have been jealous of this girl with her inconveniently high standards, and her influence, surpassing his own, in his own domain.
'I should like to know the secret of the little musician's independence,' said Robert, musing.