...on my arm, and dressed in deep widow's weeds, the full measure of her woe seemed to burst upon her. She sank down on a chair and buried her face in her hands. " Oh, Dora," she said ; " I shall never see him ride up to the window again ! " I knelt down by her...

...Good-bye, Veronika ! ' ' The girl gave a sob and went, too much stunned to wait or question. Anai's sank down on a chair and buried her face in her hands. Her first impulse had been to fly to Ostenburg's side, but as she grew calmer she saw that it was impossible....

...And now she had flung it to the winds. The thought was unbearable ; she could not contend with it. She sank down on a chair and buried her face in her hands. She was very tired also ; the excitement of the last eight days as well as of the last eight minutes...