Richard was far behind her, but she did not look around.

They very seldom accosted each other, unless it was unavoidable, in any public place.

Still, Sylvia, going out with gentle flounces of her green shot silk, knew well that Richard's eyes followed her, and his thought was close at her side.
After she got home from meeting that Sunday, Sylvia Crane did not know how to pass the time until the evening.

She could not keep herself calm and composed as was her wont on the Sabbath day.

She changed her silk for a common gown; she tried to sit down and read the Bible quietly and with understanding, but she could not.