Her head was tied up Malay fashion in a red handkerchief, with a mass of loose hair hanging under it behind.

Her professional, gay, European feathers had literally dropped off her in the course of these two years, but a long necklace of amber beads hung round her uncovered neck.

It was the only ornament she had left; Bamtz had sold all her poor-enough trinkets during the flight from Saigon--when their association began.
"She came forward, past the table, into the light, with her usual groping gesture of extended arms, as though her soul, poor thing! had gone blind long ago, her white cheeks hollow, her eyes darkly wild, distracted, as Davidson thought.

She came on swiftly, grabbed him by the arm, dragged him in.

'It's heaven itself that sends you to-night.