She was rather above the middle height, slim, with dark hair and eyes, which seemed the darker against the absolute pallor of her skin.

I do not think that I have ever seen such deadly paleness in a woman's face.

Her lips, too, were bloodless, but her eyes were flushed with crying.

As she swept silently into the room she impressed me with a greater sense of grief than the banker had done in the morning, and it was the more striking in her as she was evidently a woman of strong character, with immense capacity for self-restraint.

Disregarding my presence, she went straight to her uncle and passed her hand over his head with a sweet womanly caress.
"You have given orders that Arthur should be liberated, have you not, dad ?" she asked.
"No, no, my girl, the matter must be probed to the bottom." "But I am so sure that he is innocent.