And so she used to sit propped up in a great arm-chair, with her beautiful complexion and rosy lips, staring at me--or not so much at me, I think, as at nothing--while I busily stitched away and told her every one of my secrets.

And she used to sit propped up in a great arm-chair, staring at me - or, rather, at nothing - while I busily stitched away and told her every one of my secrets.
