And the thought of it puzzles me still." "Oh, but can't you understand?
No; of course you can't--I have told you so little.

Just give me an idea of what sort of person you expected to find." "Yes, I will.

Judging from your portrait, and from what I was told of you, I looked for a sad, solitary, hard-working girl--rather poorly dressed--taking no pleasure--going much to chapel--shrinking from the ordinary world." "And you felt disappointed ?" "At first, yes; or, rather, bewildered--utterly unable to understand you." "You are disappointed still ?" she asked.
"I wouldn't have you anything but what you are." "Still, that other girl was the one you _wished_ to meet." "Yes, before I had seen you.

It was the sort of resemblance between her life and my own.

I thought of sympathy between us.