The colour seemed extraordinary.

It was like ivory, new ivory; except where the right arm, with shattered, bloodstained wrist and missing hand had lain bare to exposure in the sarcophagus for so many tens of centuries.
With a womanly impulse; with a mouth that drooped with pity, with eyes that flashed with anger, and cheeks that flamed, Margaret threw over the body the beautiful robe which lay across her arm.

Only the face was then to be seen.

This was more startling even than the body, for it seemed not dead, but alive.

The eyelids were closed; but the long, black, curling lashes lay over on the cheeks.