How I pitied the unfortunate men who have to learn the law! My dear Teresa, I might as well have tried to read an unknown tongue.

The strange words, the perpetual repetitions, the absence of stops, utterly bewildered me.

I handed the copy to Miss Minerva.

Instead of beginning on the first page, as I had done, she turned to the last.
With what breathless interest I watched her face! First, I saw that she understood what she was reading.

Then, after a while, she turned pale.
And then, she lifted her eyes to me.