Had you been outside, you might have seen that the burnished gold on the window-panes had turned to crimson, for the setting sun had changed its hue: but the panes could not look more brightly, deeply crimson, than did Mrs.Verner.It seemed as if you might light a match at her face.

In that particular, there was a contrast between her and the perfectly pale, sallow faces of her sons; otherwise the resemblance was great.
"Fred," said Mrs.Verner, "I wish you would see what they are at with the shirts and things.

I sent Rachel after them, but she does not come back, and then I sent Mary Tynn, and she does not come.

Here's John as impatient as he can be." She spoke in a slow, somewhat indifferent tone, as if she did not care to put herself out of the way about it.

Indeed it was not Mrs.Verner's custom to put herself out of the way for anything.