Jessie, perhaps, exhibited less of this instinctive reverence than the others, although, in point of fact, her endowments were decidedly above those of her sisters; the reason being, no doubt, that acknowledged precedence in intellect had fostered in her the worst kind of self-confidence.

The girl was intolerably conceited.
Emily almost disliked her; she would have found it a more agreeable task to endeavour to teach any one of the more stupid sisters.

It was in the certainty of a couple of hours' moral suffering that she left the house with Jessie.
The garden which was to be the scene of study was ten minutes' walk away from the house.

To reach it, they had to pass along a road which traversed the cattle market, a vast area of pens, filled on one day in each week with multitudes of oxen, sheep, and swine.

Beyond the market, and in the shadow of the railway viaduct previously referred to, lay three or four acres of ground divided up by hedges into small gardens, leased by people who had an ambition to grow their own potatoes and cabbages, but had no plot attached to their houses.