She wears a reddish check handkerchief, cast loosely around her neck, and it was plain that her other one is slow getting back from the wash.

I presume she takes snuff.

At any rate, something resembling it had lodged among the hairs sprouting from her upper lip.

I know she likes garlic--I knew that as soon as she sighed.

She looked at me searchingly for nearly a minute, with her black eyes, and then said: "It is enough.