The unfortunate woman thought to herself, "I have not only got fine hair and a beautiful complexion; I am clever as well!" On her rare evenings of liberty, she sometimes gratified another highly creditable taste, besides the taste for reading novels.

She was an eager play-goer.

That notable figure in the drama--the man who tells his own story, under pretence of telling the story of another person--was no unfamiliar figure in her stage experience.

Her encouraging smile made its modest appearance once more.

In the very beginning of her master's story, she saw already the happy end.
"We all of us have our troubles in life," Benjulia went on; "and Miss B.
had her troubles.