"Mrs.Wragge!" The lady of the faded blue eyes slowly rose to an apparently interminable height.

When she had at last attained an upright position, she towered to a stature of two or three inches over six feet.

Giants of both sexes are, by a wise dispensation of Providence, created, for the most part, gentle.

If Mrs.Wragge and a lamb had been placed side by side, comparison, under those circumstances, would have exposed the lamb as a rank impostor.
"Tea, captain ?" inquired Mrs.Wragge, looking submissively down at her husband, whose head, when he stood on tiptoe, barely reached her shoulder.
"Miss Vanstone, the younger," said the captain, presenting Magdalen.
"Our fair relative, whom I have met by fortunate accident.

Our guest for the night.