What was her strange attraction?
Calmly considered, she was preposterously thin, but men, at least, could not think merely of her thinness, unless, when walking with her, they became fascinated by its shadow on the ground.

She was tall, and had a very clear, pale complexion and light-brown hair.

Light brown, too, were her heavy eyelashes, which were famous for being black-tipped, as if a brush had touched them, though it had not.

She made play with her eyelashes as with a fan, and sometimes the upper and lower seemed to entangle for a moment and be in difficulties, from which you wanted to extricate them in the tenderest manner.

And the more you wanted to help her the more disdainfully she looked at you.
Yet though she looked disdainful she also looked helpless.