When she smiled there was great charm but so it is true of many women.

Her complexion was always pale and her voice, although it was sweet to those who loved her, was perhaps too quiet to be greatly remarked by strangers.

I have known men who thought her an ordinary woman....

She had much humour but did not show it to every one.

She was as still as that cloud there above the hill, full of colour; like, that is, to those who loved her; seen from another view, as perhaps that cloud may be, there was nothing wonderful....