The face was oval, with a small, pointed chin and a vivid red mouth, curling up at the corners.
There was little colour in the cheeks, and the black hair and extraordinarily dark eyes served to enhance the creamy pallor of the skin.

It was not altogether an English face; the cheek-bones were too high, and there was a definiteness of colouring, a decisive sharpness of outline in the piquant features, not often found in a purely English type.
Seen thus, the face looked strangely familiar to Sara, and yet no memory of hers could recall her mother as she must have been at the time this portrait was painted.
The miniature still in her hand, she moved hesitatingly to a mirror, so placed that the light from the window fell full upon her as she faced it.

In a moment the odd sense of familiarity was explained.

There, looking back at her from the mirror, was the same sharply angled face, the same warm ivory pallor of complexion, accentuated by raven hair and black, sombre eyes.

What was it Patrick had written?
"_No woman with your eyes and your mouth ever yet lived a loveless life._" With a curious deliberation, Sara examined the features in question.