The head itself looks immense with its pile of glossy hair.

Reddened by the rays of the fire, her features had a splendid savagery which seemed strangely at discord with the paltry surroundings amid which she sat; her eyes just now were gleaming with a crafty and cruel speculation which would have become those of a barbarian in ambush.

I wonder how it came about that her strain, after passing through the basest conditions of modern life, had thus reverted to a type of ancestral exuberance.
'If only he doesn't hear about the old man or the girl from somebody!' said Mrs.Peckover.

'I've been afraid of it ever since he come into the 'ouse.

There's so many people might tell him.