Her small white hands were folded in her lap, for she was idle; on the little finger of her left hand twinkled a brilliant garnet ring, set with diamonds.

Her face was colorless, the forehead extremely low, the nose and mouth finely cut, the eyes of heavenly blue.

Although youth had gone, she was beautiful, with an indescribable air of individuality.

She influenced all who were near her; her atmosphere enveloped them.

She was not aware of it, being too indifferent to the world to observe what effect she had in it, and only realized that she was to herself a self-tormentor.
Whether she attracted or repelled, the power was the same.