The forehead was unusually low and broad; the eyes unusually far apart; the mouth and chin remarkably small.

With tender hands Mercy smoothed the disheveled hair and arranged the crumpled dress.

"Not five minutes since," she thought to herself, "I was longing to change places with _you!_" She turned from the bed with a sigh.

"I wish I could change places now!" The silence began to oppress her.

She walked slowly to the other end of the room.
The cloak on the floor--her own cloak, which she had lent to Miss Roseberry--attracted her attention as she passed it.