Her look was very honest and gentle, with pathetic meanings for whoso had the eye to catch them; a peculiar mobility of the lips somehow made one think that she had often to exert herself to keep down tears.

She spoke in a subdued voice, always briefly, and with a certain natural refinement in the use of uncultured language.

When Mrs.Mutimer ceased, Emma kept silence, and smoothed the front of her jacket with an unconscious movement of the hand.
Mrs.Mutimer glanced at her and showed commiseration.
'Well, well, don't you worrit about it, Emma,' she said; 'you've quite enough on your hands.

Dick don't care--not he; he couldn't look more high-flyin' if someone had left him a fortune.

He says it's the best thing as could happen.