I never fainted before in my life." "I am sure you will never faint again," he remarked.

"We only do such things when we are very young." She was about to reply, but paused reflectively.

Her half-opened lips did not frame the words she had been impelled to speak.
Admiration was alive in his eyes.

He had never seen this type of womanhood before--such energy and grace, so amply yet so lithely framed; such darkness and fairness in one living composition; such individuality, yet such intimate simplicity.

Her hair was a very light brown, sweeping over a broad, low forehead, and lying, as though with a sense of modesty, on the tips of the ears, veiling them slightly.