But he was striding far ahead, with never a backward glance, when she came out, lifting daintily her pearly skirts.

Burr was near her, but him she never thought of, even to avoid, and his mother's stately aside movement was not even seen by her.

She courtesied prettily to those who met her face to face, from force of habit, and went on thinking of no one but Eugene.
Again, in the afternoon, Dorothy went to meeting, though her pulses began to beat, with a slight return of the fever, and again she strove with her cunning maiden wiles to attract this obdurate Eugene, and again in vain.

That night Dorothy lay and wept awhile before she fell asleep, and dreamed that she and Eugene were a-walking in the lane and that he kissed her.

And when she awoke, blushing in the darkness, she resolved that she would go a-walking in the lane on every pleasant day, in the hope that the dream might come true.
And Mistress Dorothy Fair, with many eyes in the neighbors' windows watching, went pacing slowly, for her delicate limbs as yet did not bear her strongly, day after day down the road and into the lane, and, with frequent rests upon wayside stones, to the farther end of it.