She had thin lips and rather a square jaw, and her sallow complexion lacked colour.

One could not guess her age exactly, but she might have been three-or four-and-thirty.

I heard her spoken of afterwards as a very interesting-looking person; certainly her figure was fine, and she knew how to dress herself,--a very useful art when women have no claim to beauty.
Miss Darrell's voluble tongue seemed to touch on every subject.

Miss Hamilton sat perfectly silent, and I had not a chance of addressing her.
Once, when I looked at her, I could see her eyes were fixed on my darling's picture.

She was gazing at it with an air of absorbed melancholy: her lips were firmly closed, and her hands lay folded in her lap.
'That is the picture of my twin-brother,' I said softly, to arouse her.
To my surprise, she turned paler than ever, and her lips quivered.
'Your twin brother, yes; and you have lost him ?' But here Miss Darrell chimed in again: 'How very interesting! What a blessing photography is, to be sure?
Do you take well, Miss Garston?
They make me a perfect fright.