The extraordinary blackness of her hair made this paleness, by contrast, so ghastly to look at, that we all thought she would faint, at the moment when she checked herself in the middle of her question.

Dear Mr.Godfrey made a second attempt to leave his chair.

My aunt entreated her to say no more.

I followed my aunt with a modest medicinal peace-offering, in the shape of a bottle of salts.

We none of us produced the slightest effect on her.