I sha'n't be in your way," said John, good-naturedly, "if she is not busy otherwise." "Busy!" echoed Sarah.

"She sits _so_, with her hands in her lap, looking over the valley.

And she has grown, oh, so much thinner and sadder-looking.

I thought you would never come." "I have my own work," said John, hurriedly, "and I thought, besides, she would rather be alone these first few weeks." Sarah looked up with a flash in her blue eyes, which were so dark, and large-pupilled, and heavily lashed, that they looked almost black.

She ground her strong white teeth together.
"If I were Lady Mary," she said, "I would have slammed the old front door behind me the very day after Sir Timothy was buried--and gone away; I would.