Cornelia kept her eyes fixed on Adela's mouth, as one looks at a place whence a venomous reptile has darted out.
Her eyelids shut, and she stood a white sculpture of pain, pitiable to see.

Emilia took her hand, encouraging the tightening fingers with a responsive pressure.

The group shuffled awkwardly together, though Adela did her best.

She was very angry with Mr.Barrett for wearing that absurdly pale aspect.

She was even angry with his miserable bankrupt face for mounting a muscular edition of the smile Cornelia had shown.
"His feelings!" she cried internally; and the fact presented itself to her, that feelings were a luxury utterly unfit for poor men, who were to be accused of presumption for indulging in them.
"Now, I suppose you are happy ?" she spoke low between Arabella and Edward.
The effect of these words was to colour violently two pair of cheeks.
Arabella's behaviour did not quite satisfy the fair critic.