Conscience's

Conscience's face during that first unguarded moment in the dining-room had mirrored a terror which could have had no other origin than a guilty love.

The Tyranny of Weakness Charles Neville Buck 1904

His own contention had been right and Conscience's wrong.

The Tyranny of Weakness Charles Neville Buck 1904

Then he saw Conscience's eyes fixed musingly upon him and in them brooded a confidence which he could not analyze or comprehend.

The Tyranny of Weakness Charles Neville Buck 1904

Because Stuart had catalogued Conscience's father, who was old enough to be her grandfather, as a bigot and an obstructionist standing between her and the sun, he was prepared to dislike him.

The Tyranny of Weakness Charles Neville Buck 1904

Tollman's house, were two who were not entirely beguiled by Conscience's gracious and buoyant demeanor.

The Tyranny of Weakness Charles Neville Buck 1904

Until this moment there had lurked in Conscience's heart a faint ghost of hope that somehow the breach would be healed, that Stuart would return.

The Tyranny of Weakness Charles Neville Buck 1904

Conscience's dark eyes must have mirrored their amazement: an amazement which was entirely natural, and which concerned not only the revelation of wealth in itself, but more complex things as well.

The Tyranny of Weakness Charles Neville Buck 1904

But as he had crossed his threshold Farquaharson had seen an envelope lying in the light that flooded through, and he recognized Conscience's hand in the address as he picked it up.

The Tyranny of Weakness Charles Neville Buck 1904

Conscience's voice and eyes held a hint of raillery which made Stuart say to himself:

The Tyranny of Weakness Charles Neville Buck 1904

But when he drew near the house he saw that there was still a light in the window of Conscience's room and that she herself sat, framed against, the yellow candle glow, in an almost trance-like attitude of stress.

The Tyranny of Weakness Charles Neville Buck 1904