A single expression of subdued anguish, which had made its impression on a brow that had rarely before contracted with sorrow, alone remained.

It was never removed, in all the changes of seasons, fortunes, and years, which, in the vicissitudes of a suffering, female, savage life, she was subsequently doomed to endure.

As in the case of a premature blight, let the plant quicken and revive as it may, the effects of that withering touch were always present.
Tachechana first stripped her person of every vestige of those rude but highly prized ornaments, which the liberality of her husband had been wont to lavish on her, and she tendered them meekly, and without a murmur, as an offering to the superiority of Inez.

The bracelets were forced from her wrists, the complicated mazes of beads from her leggings, and the broad silver band from her brow.

Then she paused, long and painfully.