That a down-to-date precisian may right-mindedly label us frumps, I am not denying; that we are even those odd obsolescent creatures such as used to be called ladies and gentlemen, I concede with blushes
And this in spite of the fact that the black rings of fatigue were about her eyes, that the pretty, smoothly rounded features had the suggestion of drawnness, that the lips, when they ceased to move, settled into the slightest bit of a droop.
[…] at which place, between six and seven in the morning, it was shouldered by the Framley footpost messenger, and in due course delivered at the Framley Parsonage […]
It was not within the compass of her imagination to even suspect the peril she had escaped, nor was it in the measure of her nature to gauge the inevident strength of the man she thought so destitute of virility.
