or rather from room to room;
goes to and fro; approaches and retires.... She asks a question and
is answered; is asked something in return, and chirps a reply. It
is delightful to chat with her when tired of serious talk; for this
creature carries with her something of her skyey element. She is,
as it were, a thread of gold interwoven with your sombre thoughts;
you feel almost grateful to her for her kindness in not making
herself invisible, when it would be so easy for her to be even
impalpable; for the beautiful is a necessity of life. There is in
the world no function more important than that of being
charming.... To shed joy around, to radiate happiness, to cast
light upon dark days, to be the golden thread of our destiny, and
the very spirit of grace and harmony, is not this to render a
service?--_Toilers of the Sea._

She scarcely knew, perhaps, the meaning of the word love, and yet
not unwillingly ensnared those about her in the toils.--_Toilers of
the Sea._

She stopped. She walked back a few paces, stopped again; she
inclined her head, with those thoughtful eyes which look attentive
yet see nothing.... Her lowered eyelids had that vague contraction
which suggests a tear checked in its course, or a thought
suppressed.... Her face, which might inspire adoration, seemed
meditative, like portraits of the Virgin.--_Toilers of the Sea._

She broke the bread into two fragments, and gave them to the
children, who ate with avidity. "She has kept none for herself,"
grumbled the sergeant. "Because she is not hungry," said a soldier.
"Because she is a mother," said the sergeant.--_Ninety-Three._

Extreme simplicity touches on extreme coquetry.... They did not
speak, they did not bow, they did not know each other, but they
met; and like the stars in the heavens, they lived by looking at
each other. It was thus that she gradually became a woman, and was
developed into a beautiful and loving woman, conscious of her
beauty and ignorant of her love. She was a coquette into the
bargain, through her innocence.--_Les Miserables._

Does not beauty confer a benefit upon us, even by the simple fact
of being beautiful?--Here and there we meet with one who possesses
that fairy-like power of enchanting all about her; sometimes she is
ignorant hersel