1 The young people like things nice.
2 The floor was thronged with girls and young men.
3 The young man, skirting the side of the building, went down the slope toward the basement door.
4 He was too young, too strong, too full of the sap of living, to submit so easily to the destruction of his hopes.
5 Ethan recognised Michael Eady's roan colt, and young Denis Eady, in a handsome new fur cap, leaned forward and waved a greeting.
6 But it was not only that the coming to his house of a bit of hopeful young life was like the lighting of a fire on a cold hearth.
7 She held the light at the same level, and it drew out with the same distinctness her slim young throat and the brown wrist no bigger than a child's.
8 As her young brown head detached itself against the patch-work cushion that habitually framed his wife's gaunt countenance, Ethan had a momentary shock.
9 Eady and his assistant were both "down street," and young Denis, who seldom deigned to take their place, was lounging by the stove with a knot of the golden youth of Starkfield.
10 He knew that most young men made nothing at all of giving a pretty girl a kiss, and he remembered that the night before, when he had put his arm about Mattie, she had not resisted.
11 They had sat for a few minutes on the fallen log by the pond, and she had missed her gold locket, and set the young men searching for it; and it was Ethan who had spied it in the moss.
12 Most people were either indifferent to his troubles, or disposed to think it natural that a young fellow of his age should have carried without repining the burden of three crippled lives.
13 The guests were preparing to leave, and the tide had already set toward the passage where coats and wraps were hung, when a young man with a sprightly foot and a shock of black hair shot into the middle of the floor and clapped his hands.
14 The dancers were going faster and faster, and the musicians, to keep up with them, belaboured their instruments like jockeys lashing their mounts on the home-stretch; yet it seemed to the young man at the window that the reel would never end.