After that, it would be too sad, and then, finally, until death, too solemn glad.

The moment he heard of his grandmother's intended visit, one wild hope and desire and intent had arisen within him.
When Betty came to the parlour door to lay the cloth for their dinner, she found it locked.
'Open the door!' she cried, but cried in vain.

From impatience she passed to passion; but it was of no avail: there came no more response than from the shrine of the deaf Baal.

For to the boys it was an opportunity not at any risk to be lost.

Dull Betty never suspected what they were about.