| Description | Name | Work of fiction |
| As she could not speak, she tried to show how well she felt, and rushed down to the kitchen lashing her tail. | |
| She was not elegantly dressed, but a noble-looking woman, and the girls thought the grey cloak and unfashionable bonnet covered the most splendid mother in the world. | |
| 'It's twenty years,' mourned the voice, 'twenty years, I've been a waif for twenty years!' | |
| His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. | |
| It is an accustom'd action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. | |
| For a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a sabre-toothed tiger. | |
| Fat; having lost her youth; with bad teeth, and a blotched complexion, and that figure (Ford!) - you simply couldn't look at her without feeling sick, yes, positively sick. | |
| She looked like a woman of narrow experience and rigid conscience, which she was. | |
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