us? If she has been beautiful before, does not her present pure joy
give a character of refinement and sacredness almost to her beauty,
touch her sweet cheeks with fairer blushes, and impart I know not
what serene brightness to her eyes?--_The Newcomes._


This lady moved through the world quite regardless of all the
comments that were made in her praise or disfavor. She did not seem
to know that she was admired or hated for being so perfect, but
went on calmly through life, saving her prayers, loving her family,
helping her neighbors, and doing good.--_Pendennis._


She had a fault of character which flawed her perfections. With
the other sex perfectly tolerant and kindly, of her own she was
invariably jealous; and a proof that she had this vice is, that
though she would acknowledge a thousand faults that she had not, to
which she had she could never be got to own.--_Henry Esmond._


She was a critic, not by reason, but by feeling. Feeling was her
reason.--_Henry Esmond._


Her eyes were gray; her voice low and sweet: and her smile when it
lighted up her face and eyes as beautiful as spring sunshine, also,
they could brighten and flash often, and sometimes though rarely
rain.--_Pendennis._