The turnips affected her imagination like ivory carvings: she did not recognize them for turnips at all.

She never afterwards believed them to be turnips; and as for cabbages, they were green inflorescences of majestic bloom.

There is one position from which all common things can be seen with reflections of preciousness, and Ellen had insensibly taken it.

The window and the shop behind were illuminated with the yellow glare of gas, but the glass was filmed here and there with frost, which tempered it as with a veil.

In the background rosy-faced men in white frocks were moving to and fro, customers were passing in and out, but they were all glorified to the child.