" There is melody in the fall of the cataract, and the rushing of many waters is sweet to the senses" ! said David, pressing his hand confusedly on his brow.
A red blotch on one of her cheeks seemed to show that it had recently been pressed against a pillow, and her half-awakened eyes stared at him hospitably but confusedly.
Fred turned round and hurried out of the room, conscious that he was getting rather womanish, and feeling confusedly that his being sorry was not of much use to the Garths.