One could see, too, the length of the small neck and of the thin falling shoulders.

It was a face now which made many a stranger in the Clough End streets stop and look backward after meeting it.

Not so much because of its beauty, for it was still too thin and starved-looking for beauty, as because of a singular daring and brilliance, a sense of wild and yet conscious power it left behind it.

The child had grown a great piece in the last year, so that her knees were hardly decently covered by the last year's cotton frock she wore, and her brown sticks of arms were far beyond her sleeves.

David had looked at her once or twice lately with a new kind of scrutiny.