They were fitted to my shape with the nicest precision.

I bedecked myself with all my care.

I remembered the style of dress used by my beloved Clavering.

My locks were of shining auburn, flowing and smooth like his.

Having wrung the wet from them, and combed, I tied them carelessly in a black riband.
Thus equipped, I surveyed myself in a mirror.
You may imagine, if you can, the sensations which this instantaneous transformation produced.