It spoils it.") Her eyes are gloriously dark and deep, like midnight lakes mirroring the stars of heaven.

Her features are like sculptured marble and her mouth is a trembling, curving Cupid's bow.
(PETER, ASIDE: "What kind of a thing is that ?") Her creamy skin is as fair and flawless as the petals of a white lily.

Her voice is like the ripple of a woodland brook and her slender form is matchless in its symmetry.

(DAN: "That's Valeria's way of putting it, but Uncle Roger says she don't show her feed much." FELICITY: "Dan! if Uncle Roger is vulgar you needn't be!") Her hands are like a poet's dreams.

She dresses so nicely and looks so stylish in her clothes.