Did it never strike your mind that what every woman says, some women may feel? - Thomas Hardy

and she had altogether the air of a woman clipped and pruned by severe discipline, an under–brightness shining through from the depths which that discipline had not yet been able to reach.

That the party was intended to be a truly jovial one there was no room for doubt.

Her nerves extended into those tresses, and her temper could always be softened by stroking them down. When her hair was brushed she would instantly sink into stillness and look like the Sphinx. If, in passing under one of the Edgon banks, any of its thick skeins were caught, as they sometimes were, by a prickly tuft of the large Ulex Europaeus — which will act as a sort of hairbrush — she would go back a few steps, and pass against it a second time.