She had slow, deliberate movements of the body, but a darting mind; she was a most passionate woman, but frugal of her passion, eking it out to cover long designs.

Whether she loved or hated--and she could glow with either lust until she seemed incandescent--she went slowly to work.

The quicker she saw, the slower she was reducing sight into possession.

With all this, like her son Richard, she was capable of strong revulsions.

Thus she had loved, then hated King Henry; thus she was to spurn, then to cling to Jehane.
At Rouen she did her best to crush the young girl to the pavement with her intolerable flat-lidded eyes.