She had the fair skin, blue eyes and light hair of her nation.

Her features were strong, but not masculine.

You saw in them no trace of coarse sensuality or vicious indulgence.
"Here's Norah! here's the queen!" shouted a voice from the crowd.
"What's the matter here ?" asked the woman as she gained an entrance to the hovel.
"Going to lock up Pinky Swett," said a ragged little girl who had forced her way in.
"What for ?" demanded the woman, speaking with the air of one in authority.
"'Cause she wouldn't let old Sal beat Kit half to death," answered the child.
"Ho! Sal's a devil and Pinky's a fool to meddle with her." Then turning to the policeman, who still had his hand on the girl, she said, "What're you goin' to do, John ?" "Goin' to lock her up.

She's drunk an' bin a-fightin'." "You're not goin' to do any such thing." "I'm not drunk, and it's a lie if anybody says so," broke in Pinky.

"I tried to keep this devil from beating the life out of poor little Kit, and she pitched into me and tore my clothes off.