Strange and piteous to think what a center of wretchedness a delicate piece of human flesh like that might be, wrapped round with fine raiment, her ears pierced for gems, her head held loftily, her mouth all smiling pretense, the poor soul within her sitting in sick distaste of all things! 
Poor soul, wrapped around with fine raiment and gems, smiling loftily, and with a sick distaste of all things! 