But a girl's face has no story of poisonous intrusion.

She indeed may be cast in the terrors of Nature, and yet be sweet with Nature, beautiful because she is purely of Nature.

Woodseer did his best to present his view irresistibly.

Perhaps he was not clear; it was a piece of skiamachy, difficult to render clear to the defeated.
Lord Fleetwood had nothing to say but 'Gorgon! a girl a Gorgon!' and it struck Woodseer as intensely unreasonable, considering that he had seen the girl whom, in his effort to portray her, he had likened to a beautiful Gorgon.

He recounted the scene of the meeting with her, pictured it in effective colours, but his companion gave no response, nor a nod.