She was walking slowly up and down on the opposite side of the road.

With his heart, very much to his own surprise, beating fast, Isaac crossed over and spoke to her.
He asked if she was in any distress.

She pointed to her torn shawl, her scanty dress, her crushed, dirty bonnet; then moved under a lamp so as to let the light fall on her stern, pale, but still most beautiful face.
"I look like a comfortable, happy woman, don't I ?" she said, with a bitter laugh.
She spoke with a purity of intonation which Isaac had never heard before from other than ladies' lips.

Her slightest actions seemed to have the easy, negligent grace of a thoroughbred woman.

Her skin, for all its poverty-stricken paleness, was as delicate as if her life had been passed in the enjoyment of every social comfort that wealth can purchase.