One was that there was no need for its repetition, and Ethelinda treated her with more respect from then on.
It had come to her with a shock, that Mary was looking down on _her_, Ethelinda Hurst, pitying her for some things and despising her for others; and though she shrugged her shoulders at first and was angry at the thought, she found herself many a time trying to measure up to Mary's standards.

She couldn't bear for those keen gray eyes to look her through, as if they were weighing her in the balance and finding her wanting..