Lebyadkin used powder and rouge, and painted her lips.

She also blackened her eyebrows, which were fine, long, and black enough without that.

Three long wrinkles stood sharply conspicuous across her high, narrow forehead in spite of the powder on it.

I already knew that she was lame, but on this occasion she did not attempt to get up or walk.

At some time, perhaps in early youth, that wasted face may have been pretty; but her soft, gentle grey eyes were remarkable even now.