In Mary Garland's face there were many possible ones, and they gave you the more to think about that it was not--like Roderick Hudson's, for instance--a quick and mobile face, over which expression flickered like a candle in a wind.

They followed each other slowly, distinctly, gravely, sincerely, and you might almost have fancied that, as they came and went, they gave her a sort of pain.

She was tall and slender, and had an air of maidenly strength and decision.

She had a broad forehead and dark eyebrows, a trifle thicker than those of classic beauties; her gray eye was clear but not brilliant, and her features were perfectly irregular.

Her mouth was large, fortunately for the principal grace of her physiognomy was her smile, which displayed itself with magnificent amplitude.