Her eyes were dark and very bright; the bird-like shallow vivacity of childhood still sparkled in them.

It seemed that they were made for laughing, not for tears or thought.

She was the incarnation of youth and springtime.

To find such ignorance of the world, such innocence of heart, one must go to a nunnery or to Nature.
"I came to see you to-night," said Sarrion, "as I may be leaving Saragossa again to-morrow morning." "And the good Sister allowed me to see you.

I wonder why! She has been cross with me lately.