Her expression was frank, almost brave, her eyes looking full at the person she addressed.

As she gazed, a kind of love she had never felt before kept swelling in Mary's heart.
Her companion impressed her very differently.
Some men, and most women, counted Miss Yolland _strangely_ ugly.

But there were men who exceedingly admired her.

Not very slight for her stature, and above the middle height, she looked small beside Hesper.
Her skin was very dark, with a considerable touch of sallowness; her eyes, which were large and beautifully shaped, were as black as eyes could be, with light in the midst of their blackness, and more than a touch of hardness in the midst of their liquidity; her eyelashes were singularly long and black, and she seemed conscious of them every time they rose.

She did not _use_ her eyes habitually, but, when she did, the thrust was sudden and straight.