The young man was satisfied, perfectly satisfied.
They strolled on together through the wood, and out across the open corn-fields.

The moon had come forth again, the storm-clouds had passed, and the night was perfect.

Though she was trying against her will to hold aloof from Walter Murie, yet she loved him with all her heart and soul.

Many letters she had addressed to him in his travels had remained unanswered.

This had, in a measure, piqued her.