You felt that she came to it quite naturally, without transition, so completely did it possess her whenever they were alone.
She was simply dressed.

She had removed her black gloves and her coat and hat.

She wore a dark skirt and a red waist upon which a thin gold chain was hanging.
She was a woman of thirty, perhaps, with regular features and smooth silken hair.

It seemed to me that I knew her, but could not place her.
She began to speak of herself quite loudly, and tell of her past which had been so hard.
"What a life I led! What monotony, what emptiness! The little town, our house, the drawing-room with the furniture always arranged just so, their places never changed, like tombstones.

One day I tried to put the table that stood in the centre in another place.