In her earlier life she must have been handsome, for in the expression of her face there was a reminiscence of beauty.

Her dimples had turned traitor to youth and gossiped of coming age.

Women are the first to show the contempt with which wealth regards poverty, the first to turn with resentment upon former friends who have been left in the race for riches, the first to feel the overbearing spirit that money stirs; but this woman had not lost her gentleness.
The girl was about nineteen years of age.

She was a picture of style, delsarted to ease of motion.

She was good-looking and had the whims and the facial tricks that are put to rhyme and raved over in a sweetheart, but which are afterward deplored in a wife.
"I feel that I shan't know how to act." Witherspoon looked at his daughter and said, "Ellen." "But, papa, I just know I shan't.