Can't you just remember if she seemed ill ?" The doctor meditated.
"She wasn't the tallest girl I ever saw," he said slowly, "but she was the tallest girl to be pretty.

She had on a white waist and a gray skirt and black hat.

Her eyes and hair were like you said, and she was plain, white faced, with a hue that might possibly be natural, and it might be confinement in bad light and air and poor food.

She didn't seem sick, but she isn't well.

There is something the matter with her, but it's not immediate or dangerous.