They had asked me to shake hands with Sally, but I had clung to my aunt's cloak and firmly refused to make any advances.

Slowly and without a word we walked across the park toward the tavern sheds.

Hot tears were flowing down my cheeks--silent tears! for I did not wish to explain them.

Furtively I brushed them away with my hand.

The odor of frying beef steak came out of the open doors of the tavern.