You are very young, so young to have accomplished a wonderful work which will live." "Oh, well," said Martha Wallingford, and as she spoke she fixed pitiless shrewd young eyes upon the face of the other woman, which did not show at its best, in spite of veil and the velvety darkness of hat-shadow.

This hotel sitting-room was full of garish cross lights.

"Oh, well," said Martha Wallingford, "of course, I don't know what may happen if I live to be old, as old as you." Margaret Edes felt like a photograph proof before the slightest attempt at finish had been made.

Those keen young eyes conveyed the impression of convex mirrors.

She restrained an instinctive impulse to put a hand before her face, she had an odd helpless sensation before the almost brutal, clear-visioned young thing.