To her left was the small figure, archaic also, of a charioteer, from the excavations at Delphi, amazingly full of life in spite of hieratic and traditional execution.

But the most conspicuous thing of all was a mutilated Eros, by a late Rhodian artist--subtle, thievish, lovely, breathing an evil and daemonic charm.

It stood opposite the Nike, 'on tiptoe for a flight.' And there was that in it which seemed at moments to disorganize the room, and lay violent and exclusive hold on the spectator.
Elizabeth on returning to her table found the library empty.

The Squire had been called away by his agent and one of the new officials of the county, and had not yet returned.

She expected him to return in a bad--possibly an outrageous temper.