It seemed to me there ought to be bars between, and that we should want to throw nuts and oranges.

But when he rose to speak, his face was transfigured.

Goodness and inspiration shone from it, making it as the face of an angel.

I never again thought him ugly.

The beauty of his soul shone through, transfiguring his body.
Child though I was, I could differentiate even then between ugliness and plainness.