But, as far as I can judge yet, the Neapolitan type doesn't appeal to me very strongly.

It is finely animal, and of course that has its value; but I prefer the suggestion of a soul, don't you?
I remember a model old Langton had in Rome, a girl fresh from the mountains; by Juno! a glorious creature! I dare say you have seen her portrait in his studio; he likes to show it.

But it does her nothing like justice; she might have sat for the genius of the Republic.
Utterly untaught, and intensely stupid; but there were marvellous things to be read in her face.

Ah, but give me the girls of Venice! You know them, how they walk about the piazza; their tall, lithe forms, the counterpart of the gondolier; their splendid black hair, elaborately braided and pierced with large ornaments; their noble, aristocratic, grave features; their long shawls! What natural dignity! What eloquent eyes! I like to imagine them profoundly intellectual, which they are unhappily not." Marsh had withdrawn from colloquy with the Germans, and kept glancing across the table at his compatriots, obviously wishing that he might join them.

Mallard, upon whom Elgar's excited talk jarred more and more, noticed the stranger's looks, and at length leaned forward to speak to him.
"As usual, we are in a minority among the sun-worshippers." "Sun-worshippers! Good!" laughed the other.