They clothed her.
She laughed at the gloomy forebodings of Danvers concerning the perils environing ladies in the streets after dark alone.

The lights in the streets after dark and the quick running of her blood, combined to strike sparks of fancy and inspirit the task of composition at night.
This new, strange, solitary life, cut off from her adulatory society, both by the shock that made the abyss and by the utter foreignness, threw her in upon her natural forces, recasting her, and thinning away her memory of her past days, excepting girlhood, into the remote.

She lived with her girlhood as with a simple little sister.

They were two in one, and she corrected the dreams of the younger, protected and counselled her very sagely, advising her to love Truth and look always to Reality for her refreshment.

She was ready to say, that no habitable spot on our planet was healthier and pleasanter than London.