Frank had gone to and fro between Cambridge and Combehurst, drawn by motives of which he felt the force, but into which he did not care to examine.

Edward had sold the property of Mr.Buxton; and he, pleased with the possession of half the purchase money (the remainder of which was to be paid by installments), and happy in the idea that his son came over so frequently to see Erminia, had amply rewarded the young attorney for his services.
One summer's day, as hot as day could be, Maggie had been busy all morning; for the weather was so sultry that she would not allow either Nancy or her mother to exert themselves much.

She had gone down with the old brown pitcher, coeval with herself, to the spring for water; and while it was trickling, and making a tinkling music, she sat down on the ground.

The air was so still that she heard the distant wood-pigeons cooing; and round about her the bees were murmuring busily among the clustering heath.

From some little touch of sympathy with these low sounds of pleasant harmony, she began to try and hum some of Erminia's airs.