It was the knowledge of Miriam's guilt that lent the same expression to Hilda's face.
But Hilda nervously moved her chair, so that the images in the glass should be no longer Visible.

She now watched a speck of sunshine that came through a shuttered window, and crept from object to object, indicating each with a touch of its bright finger, and then letting them all vanish successively.

In like manner her mind, so like sunlight in its natural cheerfulness, went from thought to thought, but found nothing that it could dwell upon for comfort.

Never before had this young, energetic, active spirit known what it is to be despondent.

It was the unreality of the world that made her so.