Over her heart there was embroidered a design whose letters Ulysses was not able to decipher.

Above this device the point of her handkerchief was sticking out of the pocket.

Her opulent hair, twisted on top of her head and the voluptuous curves that the silk was taking in certain parts of her masculine attire were the only things that announced the woman.
The captain forgot his breakfast, enthusiastic over this novelty.

She was a second Freya,--a page, an adorable, freakish novelty....

But she repelled his caresses, obliging him to seat himself.
She had entered with a questioning expression in her eyes.