Man or woman, the whole world looks well at any work to which they are accustomed; but the girl was ashamed of what she did.

She was ashamed, besides, of the sun-bonnet that so well became her, and ashamed of her bare arms, which were her greatest beauty.
'Nausicaa,' said Mr.Archer at last, 'I find you like Nausicaa.' 'And who was she ?' asked Nance, and laughed in spite of herself, an empty and embarrassed laugh, that sounded in Mr.Archer's ears, indeed, like music, but to her own like the last grossness of rusticity.
'She was a princess of the Grecian islands,' he replied.

'A king, being shipwrecked, found her washing by the shore.

Certainly I, too, was shipwrecked,' he continued, plucking at the grass.

'There was never a more desperate castaway--to fall from polite life, fortune, a shrine of honour, a grateful conscience, duties willingly taken up and faithfully discharged; and to fall to this--idleness, poverty, inutility, remorse.' He seemed to have forgotten her presence, but here he remembered her again.