But her eyes had fallen as he spoke, for she knew his were fixed upon her, dark and dilated, with the same repressed emotion that put such fervor into his quiet tones, and just as she was about to look up, they fell on a shabby little footstool.

Trifles affect women curiously, and often most irresistibly when some agitation sways them.

The sight of the old hassock vividly recalled Charlie, for he had kicked it on the night she never liked to remember.

Like a spark it fired a long train of recollections, and the thought went through her mind: "I fancied I loved him, and let him see it, but I deceived myself, and he reproached me for a single look that said too much.

This feeling is very different, but too new and sudden to be trusted.