Her eyes, rather heavily lidded, were a deep shade of violet.

Her mouth was unexpectedly soft and red.
"Ah, my friend, no wonder you ask!" Karschoff declared with enthusiasm.
"That is a woman whom you must know." "Tell me her name," Nigel persisted with growing impatience.
"Her name," Karschoff replied, "is Naida Karetsky.

She is the daughter of the man who will probably be the next President of the Russian Republic.

You see, I can speak those words without a tremor.

Her father at present represents the shipping interests of Russia and England.