I _am_ glad I've found his book!" She went off embracing it.
Mrs.Colwood was left with two impressions--one sharp, the other vague.
One was that Mr.Oliver Marsham might easily become a personage in the story of which she had just, as it were, turned the first leaf.

The other was connected with the name on the despatch-box.

Why did it haunt her?
It had produced a kind of indistinguishable echo in the brain, to which she could put no words--which was none the less dreary; like a voice of wailing from a far-off past..