'I am as good-looking as she is.

Why shouldn't _my_ portrait be seen some day in the windows ?' And then her heart throbbed, smitten with passionate desire.

As she walked on there was a turbid gloom about her, and in her ears the echoing of a dread temptation.

Of all this she spoke to nobody.
For she had no friends.

A couple of years ago something like an intimacy had sprung up between her and Bessie Jones (since married and become Bessie Byass), seemingly on the principle of contrast in association.