This is as near as upright Mrs. Poyser gets to admitting she’s pleased as punch by a compliment just received. I liked the alliterative ‘stealing sunbeam’.
‘… but a quiet complacency overspread her face like a stealing sunbeam…’
Source: George Eliot, Adam Bede (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1985 (1859)), p. 263
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