Ungloved at present, they lay on the open pages of the book, unsurpassable for delicate loveliness.

When he did not venture to look higher, Wilfrid let his eyes feed on the turn of the wrist, the faint blue lines and sinuous muscles, the pencilling about the finger-joints, the delicate white and pink nails.
Miss Hood was habitually silent when in the company of others than the children.

When she replied to a question it was without timidity, but in few, well-chosen words.

Yet her manner did not lack cheerfulness; she impressed no one as being unhappy, and alone with the twins she was often gay enough.

She was self-possessed, and had the manners of a lady, though in her position this was rather to be observed in what she refrained from doing than in what she did.