The same remark might apply to the figure, which--thanks to the same pensiveness--lost all the undulating grace which movement and animation bestow on the fluent curves of the feminine form.

The figure was a good figure, examined in detail,--a little thin, perhaps, but by no means emaciated, with just and elegant proportions, and naturally light and flexible.

But the same unfortunate pensiveness gave to the whole a character of inertness and languor; and when Miss Jemima reclined on the sofa, so complete seemed the relaxation of nerve and muscle that you would have thought she had lost the use of her limbs.

Over her face and form, thus defrauded of the charms Providence had bestowed on them, Dr.Riccabocca's eye glanced rapidly; and then moving nearer to Mrs.Dale--"Defend me" (he stopped a moment, and added) "from the charge of not being able to appreciate congenial companionship." "Oh, I did not say that!" cried Miss Jemima.
"Pardon me," said the Italian, "if I am so dull as to misunderstand you.

One may well lose one's head, at least, in such a neighbourhood as this." He rose as he spoke, and bent over Frank's shoulder to examine some views of Italy, which Miss Jemima (with what, if wholly unselfish, would have been an attention truly delicate) had extracted from the library in order to gratify the guest.
"Most interesting creature, indeed," sighed Miss Jemima, "but too--too flattering." "Tell me," said Mrs.Dale, gravely, "do you think, love, that you could put off the end of the world a little longer, or must we make haste in order to be in time ?" "How wicked you are!" said Miss Jemima, turning aside.