The nostrils, set in grave pride, seemed to have the repose which, when it is seen in life, is greater than the repose of death.

The full, red lips, though the mouth was not open, showed the tiniest white line of pearly teeth within.

Her hair, glorious in quantity and glossy black as the raven's wing, was piled in great masses over the white forehead, on which a few curling tresses strayed like tendrils.

I was amazed at the likeness to Margaret, though I had had my mind prepared for this by Mr.Corbeck's quotation of her father's statement.

This woman--I could not think of her as a mummy or a corpse--was the image of Margaret as my eyes had first lit on her.