She had been troubled in a way by doubt and longing, but these had made no deeper impression than could be traced in a certain open wistfulness of glance and speech.

The mouth had the expression at times, in talking and in repose, of one who might be upon the verge of tears.

It was not that grief was thus ever present.
The pronunciation of certain syllables gave to her lips this peculiarity of formation--a formation as suggestive and moving as pathos itself.
There was nothing bold in her manner.

Life had not taught her domination--superciliousness of grace, which is the lordly power of some women.

Her longing for consideration was not sufficiently powerful to move her to demand it.