"I was all that was beautiful a little while ago.

You're quite right though.

It is a foul book, and the man who wrote it is a downright beast.

Take it away, and never let me see it again!" She sprang from the bed, and began to do up her hair rapidly before the glass.

Olga laid down the book, and busied herself with folding the various articles of raiment that littered the room.
"I think we ought to be quick," she said.
"To be sure! We mustn't keep his Objectionable Majesty waiting.