But what she had done as a beggar maid could not be thought of in her fine clothes.

And during the last six months, with good food, regular hours and systematic drilling, she had shot up half a head.

She was a grown woman, and she felt instinctively that as such and with the winsome face Nature had bestowed upon her, singing outside taverns would be considered by men as a blind for something else.

In addition she looked back upon her former occupation with loathing.

It could not be denied that she was in an awkward plight.
She was so absorbed that she did not hear Vane who finished tieing up the packet speaking to her.