One, to be sure, had hair a shade darker than the other, and there was a difference in their style of wearing it; Mary's pale brown locks were parted and braided smooth: Diana's duskier tresses covered her neck with thick curls.

The clock struck ten.
"Ye'll want your supper, I am sure," observed Hannah; "and so will Mr.
St.John when he comes in." And she proceeded to prepare the meal.

The ladies rose; they seemed about to withdraw to the parlour.

Till this moment, I had been so intent on watching them, their appearance and conversation had excited in me so keen an interest, I had half-forgotten my own wretched position: now it recurred to me.

More desolate, more desperate than ever, it seemed from contrast.