angel

Somebody was Aunt Ellen, looking like a grey-haired angel that had been left on earth by mistake.

“Five minutes ago I was so miserable I was wishing I’d never been born and now I wouldn’t change places with an angel!”

But I’m bringing her up and not Rachel Lynde, who’d pick faults in the Angel Gabriel himself if he lived in Avonlea.

Bingley had never met with pleasanter people or prettier girls in his life; everybody had been most kind and attentive to him; there had been no formality, no stiffness; he had soon felt acquainted with all the room; and as to Miss Bennet, he could not conceive an angel more beautiful.