Her hair was glossy and splendid, and against it her skin seemed whiter and more delicate than ever.

Her eyes were lustrous but plaintive, and with something of the child's fear of harm in them.

She looked very young and very fragile to have been swayed through the years by an evil passion.
"I learnt many things there, Rosamund," he told her quietly.

"I learnt a little of the difference between right doing and wrongdoing.

I learnt, too, that all the passions of life burn themselves out, save one alone." She twisted the girdle of her dressing-gown in her fingers for a moment.