She had a mole on her chin, I remember, a brownish-black mole with three hairs in it.

She wore an apron, too, that was kind of checkered, and three buttons were open at the neck of her dress.

I recall a lot more of little things about her, though the rest of what happened is rather dreamy.
"I asked for Merridy, and she told me she'd gone away--gone with Bennett, the night before, while I was coughing blood from the powder smoke; that they were married in the front room, and that the bride looked beautiful.

She had cried a bit on leaving Chandon, and--and--that was about all.

I counted the buttons on the Scotchwoman's waist eight or ten times, and by-and-by she asked if I was sick.