Is she fair and under a shade ?--then is she doubly fair.

The shadow about her secretes mystery, just as the forest breeds romance: and mystery is a measureless realm.

If we conceive it, we have a mysterious claim on her who is the heart of it.
He marched on that road to the music of sonorous brass for some drunken minutes.
The question came, What of the man who takes advantage of her self-sacrifice?
It soon righted him, and he did Lord Ormont justice, and argued the case against Lady Charlotte's naked hints.
This dark-eyed heroine's bearing was assured, beyond an air of dependency.

Her deliberate short nod to him at his leave-taking, and the toneless few words she threw to my lord, signified sufficiently that she did not stand defying the world or dreading it.
She had by miracle the eyes which had once charmed him--could again--would always charm.

She reminded him of Aminta Farrell's very eyes under the couchant-dove brows--something of her mouth, the dimple running from a corner.