Rachel did not know them, but she supposed they belonged to that large class whose eyes are holden.
"And the book itself?
Is it nearly finished ?" Hester's face changed.

Eagerly, shyly, enthusiastically she talked to her friend about the book, as a young girl talks of her lover.
Everything else was forgotten.

Hester's eyes burned.

Her color came and went.

She was transfigured.
The protecting, anxious affection died out of Rachel's face as she looked at Hester, and gave place to a certain wistful, half-envious admiration.