And yet how lovely she was! How soft, how sweet she looked as she gazed up at him with her radiant eyes.
There was a fascination for him in her tall slenderness, in the graceful curve of her head, which drooped slightly like a dark flower on its stem.

Everything about her charmed him, and yet he had never called her beautiful in his thoughts.
"I told you how it was, dear, when you first asked me to marry you," she said, with infinite patience.

"I told you that it wasn't fair to ask you to take mother, but that I couldn't possibly leave her alone in her old age.

Jane's home is wretchedly unhappy--she can never tell when Charley is to be counted on--and it would kill mother to be dependent on Charley even if he were willing.

I see your side, George, indeed, indeed, I do, but I can't--I simply can't act differently.