Miss Trelawny was of fine figure; dark, straight-featured.
She had marvellous eyes; great, wide-open, and as black and soft as velvet, with a mysterious depth.

To look in them was like gazing at a black mirror such as Doctor Dee used in his wizard rites.

I heard an old gentleman at the picnic, a great oriental traveller, describe the effect of her eyes "as looking at night at the great distant lamps of a mosque through the open door." The eyebrows were typical.

Finely arched and rich in long curling hair, they seemed like the proper architectural environment of the deep, splendid eyes.

Her hair was black also, but was as fine as silk.