It is one thing to gaze sentimentally at the road you have travelled, quite another to conjure up impossible pictures of the future." Salemina calls herself a trifle over forty, but I am not certain of her age, and think perhaps that she is uncertain herself.

She has good reason to forget it, and so have we.

Of course she could consult the Bible family record daily, but if she consulted her looking-glass afterward the one impression would always nullify the other.

Her hair is silvered, it is true, but that is so clearly a trick of Nature that it makes her look younger rather than older.
Francesca came into the room just here.

I said a moment ago that she was the same old Francesca, but I was wrong; she is softening, sweetening, expanding; in a word, blooming.