at her mother 's farewell kisskiss, a touchtouchin her throat when the cars clackedclackby the flour mill where her father worked by the day , a pathetic sighsighas the familiar green environs of the village passedpassin review , and the threads which bound her so lightly to girlhood and home were irretrievably brokenbreak.
She droppeddropher eyes to the immense bouquet of lilies-of-the-valley on her knee , and Newland Archer sawseeher white-gloved finger-tips touchtouchthe flowers softly .