She was a tall, sallow-faced girl, with the true aristocratic expression of "I-won't-tell-you-anything-at-all" stamped on her face.

She was to be married the following week, and had all the airs of a bride-elect.
This young lady raised her pince nez to watch the Bells as they ascended the steps.
"Who _are_ those extraordinary people ?" she whispered to her mother.
"I'm sure I don't know, my dear.

How intolerably hot it is.

Really our good Rector ought not to ask us to submit to the fierce rays of the sun during this intense weather.

Georgiana, pray keep in the shade.