A gown as close as a sheath molded the exuberance of her figure.

The narrow skirt drawn tightly over the edge of her knees appeared like the handle of an enormous club.

Over the green sea of her dress she was wearing a spangled white tulle draped like a shawl.

The captain, in spite of his respect for this wise lady, could not help comparing her to a well-nourished mother-mermaid in the oceanic pasture lands.
With outstretched hands and a joyous expression on her countenance irradiating even her glasses, she advanced toward Ferragut.

Her meeting was almost an embrace....