Though pure herself, she was rarely shocked by the ways of others.

And she was as true as a man pretends to be.
In figure, form, and face she never demanded immediate homage by the sudden flash of her beauty.

But when her spell had once fallen on a man's spirit it was not often that he could escape from it quickly.

When she spoke a peculiar melody struck the hearer's ears.

Her voice was soft and low and sweet, and full at all times of harmonious words; but when she laughed it was like soft winds playing among countless silver bells.
There was something in her touch which to men was almost divine.