He stooped and kissed the unconscious face without relaxing a muscle in the settled fixity of his own face.

Leaving his brother in the room, he returned to the kitchen.

How strange the old place looked to him now! Had everything grown strange?
There were the tall clock in the corner, the big black worm-eaten oak cabinet, half-cupboard, half-drawers; there was the long table like a rock of granite; there was the spinning wheel in the neuk window; and there were the whips and the horns on the rafters overhead--yet how unfamiliar it all seemed to be! Rotha was hastily preparing supper for him.

He sat on the settle that was drawn up before the fire, and threw off his heavy and sodden shoes.

His clothes, which had been saturated by the rain of the preceding night, had dried upon his back.