Mrs.Fyne found some relief in looking at that miserable sight, away from the room in which the voice of the amiable visitor resounded with a vulgar intonation exhorting the strayed sheep to return to the delightful fold.
"Come, Florrie, make a move.

I can't wait on you all day here." Mrs.Fyne heard all this without turning her head away from the window.
Fyne on the hearthrug had to listen and to look on too.

I shall not try to form a surmise as to the real nature of the suspense.

Their very goodness must have made it very anxious.

The girl's hands were lying in her lap; her head was lowered as if in deep thought; and the other went on delivering a sort of homily.