From being something of an annoyance, this necessity at length won attractiveness, till she gazed at herself far oftener than she need have done.

As for her face she believed it pas sable, perhaps rather more than that; but the attire that had possessed distinction at Bartles looked very plain, to say the least, in the light of her new experience.

One day she saw herself standing side by side with Cecily, and her eyes quickly turned away.
To what was she sinking! But Dante lay unopened, together with the English books.

Miriam had spent a day or two of alternate languor and irritableness, unable to attend to anything serious.

Just now she had in her hand Cecily's letter, the letter which told of what had happened.