Beneath her rough exterior, she carried some of the delicacies of Celtic feeling, and she had no sooner given some fact that showed the coarse dishonesty of the father, than she veered off in haste to describe the pathetic efforts of the son.

Her homely talk told; the picture grew.
Meanwhile Anderson sat impatient or benumbed, annoyed with Mrs.
Ginnell's garrulity, and longing for the whole thing to end.

He had a letter to write to Ottawa before post-time.
When the verdicts had been given, the doctor and he walked away from the court together.

The necessary formalities were carried through, a coffin ordered, and provision made for the burial of Robert Anderson.

As the two men passed once or twice through the groups now lounging and smoking as before outside the hotel, all conversation ceased, and all eyes followed Anderson.