Upon her ancient switch, reddish in tone, were piled artificial curls hiding bald spots and gray hairs.

Her green pupils, when freed from their near-sighted glasses, had the tranquil opacity of ox-eyes; but the minute these gold-mounted crystals were placed between her and the outer world, the two glaucous drops took on a sharpness which fairly perforated persons and objects.

At other times they appeared a glacial and haughty void, like the circle that a sword traces.
The young woman was less intractable.

She appeared to be smiling out of the corners of her eyes, while her back was half turned to Ferragut, acknowledging his mute and scrutinizing admiration.

She had her hair loosely arranged like a woman who is not afraid of naturalness in her coiffure, and lets her waving locks peep out under her hat in all their original willfulness.
She was a dainty ash-blonde with a high color in striking contrast to her general delicacy of tone.