In sleep, or in perfect repose, when the eyelids were bent, it looked strangely cold and pure.

Her dark hair was braided; and she wore a dress something the same in colour as Lady Verner's.
"Lionel, what shall I do?
And to-day of all days! I shall be obliged to tell mamma; I cannot walk a step." "What is the injury?
How did you meet with it ?" "I got on a chair.

I was looking for some old Indian ornaments that I know are in that high cupboard, wishing to put them in Miss Tempest's room, and somehow the chair tilted with me, and I fell upon my foot.

It is only a sprain; but I cannot walk." "How do you know it is only a sprain, Decima?
I shall send West to you." "Thank you all the same, Lionel, but, if you please, I don't like Dr.
West well enough to have him," was Miss Verner's answer.

"See! I don't think I can walk." She took her foot out of the basin, and attempted to try.