It went straight from my ear to my heart; and it described him, just as the rest of you have described him to me since.
Mrs.Finch tells me his complexion is lighter than mine.

Do you think so too?
I am so glad to hear that he is fairer than I am! Did you ever meet before with a person like me?
I have the oddest ideas in this blind head of mine.

I associate life and beauty with light colors, and death and crime with dark colors.

If I married a man with a dark complexion, and if I recovered my sight afterwards, I should run away from him." This singular prejudice of hers against dark people was a little annoying to me on personal grounds.

It was a sort of reflection on my own taste.
Between ourselves, the late Doctor Pratolungo was of a fine mahogany brown all over.
As for affairs in general at Dimchurch, my chronicle of the five days finds little to dwell on that is worth recording.
We were not startled by any second appearance of the two ruffians at Browndown--neither was any change made by Oscar in his domestic establishment.