Miss Hero Wantage

She was a very young lady, and she did not at this moment appear to advantage. The round gown she wore was of an unbecoming shade of pink and, had palpably come to her at second-hand, since it seemed to have been made originally for a larger lady, and had been inexpertly adapted to her diminutive size. A drab cloak was tied round her neck, its hood hanging down over her shoulders; and in her hand she held a crumpled and damp handkerchief. There were tear-stains on her cheeks, and her wide grey eyes were reddened and a little blurred. Her dusky ringlets, escaping from a frayed ribbon, were tumbled and very untidy.
(ch. ii)