As for me, I was rivetted to the spot from the moment she went in till the moment when she came out again.

I could see her through the shop windows selecting what she had come to buy.

I might have gone in, but I dared not.

I did not know who she was, and I was afraid lest she should guess why I had come in and be offended.
Nevertheless, I did not think I should ever see her again.
She was elegantly dressed; she wore a muslin dress with many flounces, an Indian shawl embroidered at the corners with gold and silk flowers, a straw hat, a single bracelet, and a heavy gold chain, such as was just then beginning to be the fashion.
She returned to her carriage and drove away.

One of the shopmen stood at the door looking after his elegant customer's carriage.