You should taste the dishes I improvise.

But there won't be much to-night, because I want you to see the moon rise over the lake." He went away and the Girl removed her dress and spread it on the couch.
Then she bathed her face and hands.

When she saw the discoloured cloth, it proved that she had been painted, and made her very indignant.

Yet she could not be altogether angry, for that flush of colour had saved the Harvester from being pitied by his friend.

She stood a long time before the mirror, staring at her gaunt, colourless face; then she went to the dressing table and committed a crime.