You remember that formula--' 'How can I remember what I never knew ?' exclaimed Nancy.

'I always hated those formulas; I couldn't learn them to save my life.' 'Oh, that's nonsense! You were much better at mathematics than I was.

Do just look at what I mean.' She threw her books down upon a chair, and opened some pages of scrawled manuscript, talking hurriedly in a thin falsetto.
Her family, a large one, had fallen of late years from a position of moderate comfort into sheer struggle for subsistence.

Jessica, armed with certificates of examinational prowess, got work as a visiting governess.

At the same time, she nourished ambitions, discernible perhaps in the singular light of her deep-set eyes and a something of hysteric determination about her lips.