A story.

The lady regarded Jane from her head to her heel as if the girl were the a wax exhibit at some exhibition. [this sounds more natural but the original text is grammatically correct] She didn't try to say hello.
"She might suit," she said after a longer pause. "There is barely a real resemblance in the true meaning of the word, but the body and colourfulness colouration are very good, better than with the others."
"does she speak French?"
"Her French is excellent."
Jane felt like a dummy more and more. It was like both of those strange people hadve forgotten that there wasis a flaesh and blood person standing in front of them.
"However, will she be discrete?" The lady asked and unkindly cast her eyes unkindly at her.
Jane aimed her answer to the Lady.
"Until my work is explained to me I can hardly promise anything."
"The little girl is right about it," the Lady remarked. "I'd say she's intelligent - more than the rest. Tell me, little girl, are you brave too?"