Only long passionate iteration of his assurance of principle and generosity subdued that frenzy and at length gave him composure.

Perhaps this had some semblance to victory.
Lane returned to town weaker in one way than when he had left, yet stronger in another.

Upon the outskirts of Middleville he crossed the river road and sat down upon a stone wall.

The afternoon was far spent and the sun blazing red.

Lane wiped his moist face and fanned himself with his hat.