A long, dark cloak covered her shoulders.

On her head there rested a dainty up-flared bonnet, whose jetted edges shone in the candle light as she moved toward me.

She was exquisite in every detail, beautiful as mind of man could wish; that much was sure, must be admitted by any man.

I dared not look at her.

I called to mind the taunt of those old men, that I was young! There was in my soul vast relief that she was not delaying me here longer in this place of spells--that in this almost providential way my errand had met success.
She paused for an instant, drawing on a pair of the short gloves of the mode then correct.