They blended curiously with the impressions left by the romances she had read in M.Roussillon's mildewed books.
Long-Hair was not a young man; but it would have been impossible to guess near his age.

His form and face simply showed long experience and immeasurable vigor.

Alice remembered with a shuddering sensation the look he gave her when she took the locket from his hand.

It was of but a second's duration, yet it seemed to search every nook of her being with its subtle power.
Romancers have made much of their Indian heroes, picturing them as models of manly beauty and nobility; but all fiction must be taken with liberal pinches of salt.

The plain truth is that dark savages of the pure blood often do possess the magnetism of perfect physical development and unfathomable mental strangeness; but real beauty they never have.