1 Its icy slope, scored by innumerable runners, looked like a mirror scratched by travellers at an inn.
2 Scarlett peered anxiously in the mirror at her sixteen-year-old face as if expecting to see wrinkles and sagging chin muscles.
3 As she stood before the mirror and twisted herself about to get a side view, she thought that there was absolutely nothing about her figure to cause her shame.
4 In the bedroom where the wraps were laid, she found Cathleen Calvert preening before the mirror and biting her lips to make them look redder.
5 She crossed the room to the mirror and patted her smooth hair approvingly.
6 This ungallant statement sent her flying to the mirror to see if she really did look twenty-eight instead of eighteen.
7 She flew across the room to the mirror and plopped it on her head, pushing back her hair to show her earrings and tying the ribbon under her chin.
8 It meant nothing to her, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
9 "Oh, dear," thought Scarlett, looking first at herself in the mirror and then at Rhett's unreadable face.
10 But she was not listening, for she was regarding herself pleasedly in the mirror again, thinking she would wear the bonnet to the hospital this very afternoon and take flowers to the convalescent officers.
11 She looked in the mirror and automatically pushed up loose strands of hair but she did not see her own reflection.
12 She had glanced in the mirror every morning to see that her face was clean and her hair tidy but she had always been too pressed by other things to really see herself.
13 Dressing unaided was difficult but she finally accomplished it and putting on the bonnet with its rakish feathers she ran to Aunt Pitty's room to preen herself in front of the long mirror.
14 It was so nice to know that she looked pretty and provocative, and she impulsively bent forward and kissed her reflection in the mirror and then laughed at her own foolishness.
15 "Hand me the mirror, Mammy," she said.