It was evident that everything she heard and saw caused her the most horrible agony and a more horrible joy.

She was like a fanatic who dances in fire.
Meeks and Henry looked at her for a long minute, then at each other.
Henry nodded as if in response to a question.

Then the two men, moving by almost imperceptible degrees, keeping the utmost silence, hearing all the time that love duet on the other side of the grape-vines, got behind the girl.

She had been so intent that there had been no danger of seeing them.

Horace and Rose were also so intent that they were not easily reached by any sight or sound outside themselves.
Meeks noiselessly and firmly clasped one of Lucy Ayres's arms.