You would not have known her for the same woman.
A tall, pale female, dressed in black satin and a black velvet riding hood, had made her two visits in a hackney-coach; but whether these had any connexion with the melancholy change referred to, I don't, at this moment, say.

I know that they had a very serious bearing upon after events affecting persons who figure in this true history.

Whatever her grief was she could not bring herself to tell it.

And so her damask cheek, and portly form, and rollicking animal spirits continued to suffer.
The major found that her mind wandered at piquet.

Toole also caught her thinking of something else in the midst of his best bits of local scandal; and Magnolia several times popped in upon her large mother in tears.