Mr.Le Frank's plump cheeks were, in colour, of the obtrusively florid sort.

The relics of yellow hair, still adhering to the sides of his head, looked as silkily frail as spun glass.

His noble beard made amends for his untimely baldness.

The glossy glory of it exhaled delicious perfumes; the keenest eyes might have tried in vain to discover a hair that was out of place.
Miss Minerva's eager sallow face, so lean, and so hard, and so long, looked, by contrast, as if it wanted some sort of discreet covering thrown over some part of it.

Her coarse black hair projected like a penthouse over her bushy black eyebrows and her keen black eyes.
Oh, dear me (as they said in the servants' hall), she would never be married--so yellow and so learned, so ugly and so poor! And yet, if mystery is interesting, this was an interesting woman.