She was dark, on the whole.

She was willing to admit that she was sallow, that her eyes had a rather sad look in them, and even that one was almost imperceptibly larger than the other, though the difference was so small that she had never noticed it before, and it might be due to the uncertain light of the candles in the dim room.

But most assuredly there was no physical defect to be seen.

She was not beautiful like poor Bianca Corleone; but she was far from ugly--that was certain.
And in mind--she laughed as she looked at herself in the glass.

Bosio Macomer told her that she was clever, and he certainly knew.