jacinth

Jacinth sat there with a grave, almost expressionless face, her lips compressed in a way which her uncle knew well.

Jacinth and Frances Mildmay are walking home from school, carrying their little bag of books.

Jacinth felt half inclined to refuse, but something in the old lady's manner made it difficult to do so.

Then Frances, escorted by Phebe, set off, and Jacinth ran up-stairs to get ready for her expedition with her aunt.

Jacinth on her side was conscious of a good deal of congeniality between herself and her aunt.