That was all that he could do for her.
There was no formal close to the letter; the writer had said what he had to say and stopped.
Miss Edith and I looked at each other.

Her eyes had grown large and bright.

"Now, shall we examine the paper ?" "I do not know that we have a right to do so," I said.

I know my voice was trembling, for I was very much agitated.

"That belongs to--to her!" "I think," said Miss Edith, "that we ought to look at it.