Emily's countenance struck me as full of power; Charlotte's of solicitude; Anne's of tenderness.

The two younger seemed hardly to have attained their full growth, though Emily was taller than Charlotte; they had cropped hair, and a more girlish dress.

I remember looking on those two sad, earnest, shadowed faces, and wondering whether I could trace the mysterious expression which is said to foretell an early death.

I had some fond superstitious hope that the column divided their fates from hers, who stood apart in the canvas, as in life she survived.

I liked to see that the bright side of the pillar was towards _her_--that the light in the picture fell on _her_: I might more truly have sought in her presentment--nay, in her living face--for the sign of death--in her prime.