This was not the same being he had formerly known; nothing about her resembled her former self; but she was twice as beautiful, twice as enchanting, now than she had been then.

Then there had been something unfinished, incomplete, about her; now here was a production to which the artist had given the finishing stroke of his brush.

That was a charming, giddy girl; this was a woman in the full development of her charms.

As she raised her eyes, they were full of feeling, not of mere hints of feeling.

The tears were not yet dry in them, and framed them in a shining dew which penetrated the very soul.