Maggy picked up very few potatoes and a great quantity of mud; but they were all recovered, and deposited in the basket.

Maggy then smeared her muddy face with her shawl, and presenting it to Mr Clennam as a type of purity, enabled him to see what she was like.
She was about eight-and-twenty, with large bones, large features, large feet and hands, large eyes and no hair.

Her large eyes were limpid and almost colourless; they seemed to be very little affected by light, and to stand unnaturally still.

There was also that attentive listening expression in her face, which is seen in the faces of the blind; but she was not blind, having one tolerably serviceable eye.

Her face was not exceedingly ugly, though it was only redeemed from being so by a smile; a good-humoured smile, and pleasant in itself, but rendered pitiable by being constantly there.