Feeling this, I stood a good while behind her, writing on the margin of her book.

I could hardly quit my station or relinquish my occupation; something retained me bending there, my head very near hers, and my hand near hers too; but the margin of a copy-book is not an illimitable space--so, doubtless, the directress thought; and she took occasion to walk past in order to ascertain by what art I prolonged so disproportionately the period necessary for filling it.

I was obliged to go.

Distasteful effort--to leave what we most prefer! Frances did not become pale or feeble in consequence of her sedentary employment; perhaps the stimulus it communicated to her mind counterbalanced the inaction it imposed on her body.

She changed, indeed, changed obviously and rapidly; but it was for the better.