Henrietta asked him what he thought of you, when they went away, and he said, 'You were so altered he should not have known you again.'" Mary had no feelings to make her respect her sister's in a common way, but she was perfectly unsuspicious of being inflicting any peculiar wound.
"Altered beyond his knowledge." Anne fully submitted, in silent, deep mortification.

Doubtless it was so, and she could take no revenge, for he was not altered, or not for the worse.

She had already acknowledged it to herself, and she could not think differently, let him think of her as he would.

No: the years which had destroyed her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowing, manly, open look, in no respect lessening his personal advantages.

She had seen the same Frederick Wentworth.
"So altered that he should not have known her again!" These were words which could not but dwell with her.