It had a gigantic silvery stem, and those giant branches which die crippled in a beech wood but really belong to the isolated tree, as one Virgil discovered before we were born.

Mary Bartley then lowered her parasol, and settled into the Colonel's chair under the shade _patulae fagi_--of the wide-spreading beech-tree.
She sat down and sighed.

Monckton eyed her from his lurking-place, and made a shrewd guess who she was, but resolved to know.
Presently Hope caught a glimpse of her, and came forward and leaned out of the window to enjoy the sight of her.

He could do that unobserved, for he was a long way behind her at a sharp angle.
He was still a widower and this his only child, and lovely as an angel; and he had seen her grow into ripe loveliness from a sick girl.

He had sinned for her and saved her; he had saved her again from a more terrible death.