Her complexion was like a glowing reflection upon ivory from gold in the sunshine.

Her large brown eyes were deeply fringed, and lambent with interior light.

Lustrous dark brown hair shaded her forehead in little waves, slight as the rippling of water touched by an insect's wing.

It was arranged at the back of her head in circling braids, over which fell clusters of ringlets, with moss-rose-buds nestling among them.
Her full, red lips were beautifully shaped, and wore a mingled expression of dignity and sweetness.

The line from ear to chin was that perfect oval which artists love, and the carriage of her head was like one born to a kingdom.
Floracita, though strikingly handsome, was of a model less superb than her elder sister.