"Hold the curtain up high, I want to look at myself." He raised it, and stood holding it.

She looked into the glass on the opposite wall.
Such a queenly little figure in its pink and white.

Such a transparent little face, refined by suffering into an almost angel-like beauty.

The face looked at her; she looked back, laughing softly.

Doss, quivering with excitement, ran round her, barking.