She lived night and day with one great desire, beside which heaven and hell were mere words.

Neither the hope of the one nor the fear of the other in any way touched or affected her desire.

She wanted to make Paul Alexis love her; and, womanlike, she clung to the one womanly charm that was hers--the wonderful golden hair.

Pathetic, aye, pathetic--with a grin behind the pathos, as there ever is.
She sat down at the piano, and her strong, small hands tore the heart out of each wire.

There are some people who get farther into a piano than others, making the wires speak as with a voice.