"It isn't as if I tormented you with any recall of her whatever.

I can quite see how awful it would be for you if, with the effect I produce on you, I did have her lovely eyes or her distinguished nose or the shape of her forehead or the colour of her hair.

Strange as it is in a daughter I'm disconnected altogether, and don't you think I MAY be a little saved for you by becoming thus simply out of the question?
Of course," she continued, "your real trial is poor Nanda--she's likewise so fearfully out of it and yet she's so fearfully in it.

And she," said Mrs.Brook for a climax--"SHE doesn't know!" A strange faint flush, while she talked, had come into Mr.Longdon's face, and, whatever effect, as she put it, she produced on him, it was clearly not that of causing his attention to wander.

She held him at least for weal or woe; his bright eyes grew brighter and opened into a stare that finally seemed to offer him as submerged in mere wonder.