What a baby she looked!--scarcely seventeen.

Yet she was really twenty-one--old enough, by a long way, to have done better for herself than this! Oh, George, in himself, was well enough.

If he came back from the war, his new-made sister-in-law supposed she would get used to him in time.

Bridget however did not find it easy to get on with men, especially young men, of whom she knew very few.

For eight or ten years now, she had looked upon them chiefly as awkward and inconvenient facts in women's lives.
Before that time, she could remember a few silly feelings on her own part, especially with regard to a young clerk of her father's, who had made love to her up to the very day when he shamefacedly told her that he was already engaged, and would soon be married.