To look at her was to be at once fascinated by those violet-gray eyes--by their color, by their clearness, by their regard of calm, grave inquiry, by their mystery not untouched by a certain sadness.

She had a thick abundance of wavy hair, not so long as Ruth's golden braids, but growing beautifully instead of thinly about her low brow, about her delicately modeled ears, and at the back of her exquisite neck.

Her slim nose departed enough from the classic line to prevent the suggestion of monotony that is in all purely classic faces.

Her nostrils had the sensitiveness that more than any other outward sign indicates the imaginative temperament.

Her chin and throat--to look at them was to know where her lover would choose to kiss her first.
When she smiled her large even teeth were dazzling.