"There's no press in the room, and never was," said I, resuming my seat, and looping up the curtain that I might watch her.
"Don't _you_ see that face?" she inquired, gazing earnestly at the mirror.
And say what I could, I was incapable of making her comprehend it to be her own; so I rose and covered it with a shawl.

'There's no press in the room, and never was,' said I.
'Don't you see that face?' she inquired, gazing earnestly at the mirror.
Say what I could, I could not make her comprehend it was her own; so I covered it with a shawl.
