"And the Sunday services are too long for her?"

"Not so much that, as that she cannot sit on those narrow benches
unless two are put close together so that she can almost lie, and
there is not room for her chair in the aisle on a Sunday. It is the
greatest deprivation of all."

"It is so sad, and she is so patient and so energetic," said Grace,
using her favourite monosyllable in peace, out of Rachel's hearing.

"You would say so, indeed, if you really knew her, or how she has
found strength and courage for me through all the terrible
sutfering."

"Then does she suffer so much?"

"Oh, no, not now! That was in the first years."

"It was not always so."

"No, indeed! You thought it deformity! Oh, no, no! she was so
beautiful."

"That she is still. I never saw my sister so much struck with any
one. There is something so striking in her bright glance out of
those clear eyes."

"Ah! if you had only seen her bloom before--"