It was as though her aunt had flown in some earlier existence, and had never become accustomed to this clumsier earthly fashion.
The spare bedroom was a bright room with a broad high window.

The view was magnificent, looking over the hill that dropped below the vicarage out across fields and streams to Cator Hill, to the right into the heart of the St.Dreot Woods, to the left to the green valley through whose reeds and sloping shadows the Lisp gleamed like a burnished wire threading its way to the sea.

There was a high-backed old-fashioned chair by the window.

Against this Miss Cardinal stood, her thin body reflected, motionless, as though it had been painted in a long glass behind her.

She gazed before her.
Maggie saw that she was agitated, passionately moved.