If she had kept her secret about what she had found in the garret, she thought she was exercising her rights, and she had never been obliged to tell any lies about it.
But now she seemed to have lost the healthy instincts for veracity and honesty.

She feigned all sorts of odd symptoms, and showed a wonderful degree of cunning in giving an appearance of truth to them.

It became next to impossible to tell what was real and what was simulated.

At one time she could not be touched ever so lightly without shrinking and crying out.

At another time she would squint, and again she would be half paralyzed for a time.