the listener's arm, side, or neck, as the position and degree
of intimacy dictated.

When anxiously regarding one who possessed her affections.

She suddenly assumed the last-mentioned bearing in the progress of
the present entertainment. Her glance was directed out of the
window.

Why the particulars of a young lady's presence at a very mediocre
performance were prevented from dropping into the oblivion which
their intrinsic insignificance would naturally have involved--why
they were remembered and individualized by herself and others
through after years--was simply that she unknowingly stood, as it
were, upon the extreme posterior edge of a tract in her life, in
which the real meaning of Taking Thought had never been known. It
was the last hour of experience she ever enjoyed with a mind
entirely free from a knowledge of that labyrinth into which she
stepped immediately afterwards--to continue a perplexed course along
its mazes for the greater portion of twenty-nine subsequent months.

The Town Hall, in which Cytherea sat, was a building of brown stone,
and through one of the windows could be seen from the interior of
the room the housetops and chimneys of the adjacent street, and also
the upper part of a neighbouring church spire, now in course of
completion under the superintendence of Miss Graye's father, the
architect to the work.

That the top of this spire should be visible from her position in
the room was a fact which Cytherea's idling eyes had discovered with