"Not at all pretty--in fact I suppose most people would have called her _very_ plain.

Poor Milly was sallow, and, when I knew her, very thin; but I believe she'd never been really strong, never really healthy." She hesitated, and then said in a low voice: "That made Mr.Varick's wonderful devotion to her all the more touching." Blanche Farrow hardly knew what to say.

"Yes, indeed," she murmured mechanically.
Lionel devoted to a plain, unhealthy woman?
Somehow she found it quite impossible to believe that he could ever have been that.

And yet there was no doubting the sincerity of the girl's accents.
"Both Dr.Panton and I used to agree," Helen went on, "that he didn't give himself enough air and exercise.

I hired a car for part of the time, and used to take him out for a good blow, now and again." "And what did Mrs.Varick really die of ?" asked Blanche Farrow.
"Pernicious anaemia," answered Helen promptly.