Her face seemed very sallow, and her eyes ringed as if indicating dyspepsia.

Her black hair under a chic hat did not escape his critical eye.

Later she and her father appeared at the captain's table, to which the Cowperwoods had also been invited.
Cowperwood and Aileen did not know how to take this girl, though she interested them both.

They little suspected the chameleon character of her soul.

She was an artist, and as formless and unstable as water.
It was a mere passing gloom that possessed her.