For a fortnight the idea clung to her, that gradually she would realize the joys of possession; but there was no moment in which she could tell herself that the joy was hers.

She was now mistress of the geography of the place.

There was no more losing herself amidst the shrubberies, no thought of economizing her resources.
Of Mr.Giles and his doings she still knew very little, but the desire of knowing much had faded.

The ownership of the haystacks had become a thing tame to her, and the great cart-horses, as to every one of which she had intended to feel an interest, were matters of indifference to her.

She observed that since her arrival a new name in new paint--her own name--was attached to the carts, and that the letters were big and glaring.