Though her round throat were white as milk, and though no careless exposure to sun and wind had yet succeeded in dimming the exquisite fairness of her skin, yet the defects and omissions incidental to extreme youth, country breeding, and lack of discipline, rendered Miss Sarah not wholly pleasing in John's fastidious eyes.

Her carriage was slovenly, her ungloved hands were red, her hair touzled, and her deep-toned voice over-loud and confident.

Yet her frankness and her trustfulness could not fail to evoke sympathy.
"It is--Lady Mary that I am fond of," said the girl, with a yet more vivid blush.
He was touched.

"She will miss you, I am sure, when you go to town," he said kindly.
"If I thought so really, I wouldn't go," said Sarah, vehemently.

She winked a tear from her long eyelashes.