"I'll have to rearrange the table if you insist, because I took him, and left you the author, and it was for love of you I did it.

I truly wanted him myself, all the time." They stopped in the dining room and Marian praised Linda's work in laying the table; and then, together they entered the living room.
At the moment of their entrance, Eileen was talking animatedly about the beauties of the valley as a location for a happy home.

When she saw the two girls she paused, the color swiftly faded from her face, and Linda, who was watching to see what would happen, noticed the effort she made at self-control, but she was very sure that their guests did not.
It never occurred to Linda that anyone would consider good looks in connection with her overgrown, rawboned frame and lean face, but she was accustomed to seeing people admire Marian, for Marian was a perfectly modeled woman with peach bloom cheeks, deep, dark eyes, her face framed in a waving mass of hair whose whiteness dated from the day that the brakes of her car failed and she plunged down the mountain with her father beside her, and her mother and Doctor and Mrs.Strong in the back seat.

Ten days afterward Marian's head of beautiful dark hair was muslin white.

Now it framed a face of youth and beauty with peculiar pathos.
"Striking" was perhaps the one adjective which would best describe her.
John Gilman came hastily to greet them.