A certain almost feminine sensibility--and there you have my secret.

I read the character of women in their eyebrows.

A woman's eyebrows.

Oh, how loud they speak! I looked at Miss Whitworth's eyebrows, and I exclaimed, 'There is a book there--and I will read it!'" Joan flamed into life.

She clasped her hands together.
"Oh, will you ?" The question was half wonder, half prayer.
No man could have shown a more charming condescension than did Mr.
Albany Todd at this moment.
"Indeed, I will.