Daily Pym

Belinda moved towards him and introduced herself. ‘I don’t suppose you remember me,’ she said, smiling rather awkwardly. Nor did she remember him, if it came to that, for she could have sworn that she had never seen him in all her life. Could a beautiful curate have grown into this tall, stringy-looking man, with a yellow, leathery complexion? His expression reminded Belinda of a sheep more than anything; his face was long, his forehead domed and his head bald. He was even rather toothy…

— Some Tame Gazelle, chapter fifteen

Perfidy and deceit

The sound of their laughter was the first thing that she heard before the shameful sight met her eyes: the sight of Miss Morrow — painted like a harlot — sitting laughing on the bed with a handsome clergyman whom she had just met for the first time, the new curate whose welcome Miss Doggett had planned so carefully. It was too bad. Miss Doggett cast about in her mind for words strong enough to describe Miss Morrow’s perfidy and deceit, but could find none.

— Crampton Hodnet, “A Safe Place for a Clergyman”