She had a delicate complexion, a great deal of soft, black hair compactly dressed, and a neat figure.

Her disposition was dreamy and self-willed; occult studies fascinated her, and she was passionately fond of moonlight.

She was simply dressed in a white muslin frock, with a black ribbon around her slim waist; but the ribbon was clasped by a buckle of heavily chased gold, and her fingers had many rings on them, and looked--a very rare circumstance--the better for them.

Having put down her book, she rose from her chair; and as she dipped the tips of her hands in water, and wiped them with elaborate nicety, she talked to Charlotte in a soft, deliberate way.
"Where have you been, you and father, ever since daybreak ?" "Up to Blaeberry Tarn, and then home by Holler Beck.

We caught a creel full of trout, and had a very happy day." "Really, you know ?" "Yes, really; why not ?" "I cannot understand it, Charlotte.