She did everything she had to do
without haste, without noise, without announcement or assertion of
any kind;--and all that she did was done as perfectly as her ability
could warrant. And that ability was very great indeed, and displayed
itself in small details as well as large attempts. Whether she
merely twisted her golden-brown hair into a knot, or tied a few
flowers together and fastened them on her dress with a pearl pin,
either thing was perfectly done--without a false line or a
discordant hue. Her face, form, voice and colouring were like a
chord of music, harmonious,--and hence the impression of
satisfaction and composure her presence always gave. In herself she
was a creature of remarkable temperament and character;--true
womanly in every delicate sentiment, fancy and feeling, but with
something of the man-hero in her scorn of petty aims, her delight in
noble deeds, her courage, her ambition, her devotion to duty and her
unflinching sense of honour. Full of rare perceptions and
instinctive knowledge of persons and motives, she could only be
deceived and blinded where her deepest affections were concerned,
and there she could certainly be fooled and duped as completely as
the wisest of us all.
Pages:
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157