And to one looking upon her by chance such a comparison might still have occurred.

But in face she was no longer what she had then been.

Her eyebrows, formerly so smooth and smiling, now constantly drew themselves together as if at a thought of pain or in some mental exertion.

Her cheeks had none of their maiden colour.

Her lips were closed too firmly, and sometimes trembled like those of old persons who have known much trouble.
In spite of herself her attention flagged from the hard, dull book; the spirit of the place was too strong for her, and, as in summers gone by, she was lost in vision.