I guess it's all a matter of personal taste, but she doesn't strike me as being particularly pretty." "Why, there isn't one woman in ten thousand with features as regular as hers.

They are splendid.

Her face is as clear-cut as a cameo.

And her eyes are beautiful." "Do you think so ?" Martin queried absently, for to him there was only one beautiful woman in the world, and she was beside him, her hand upon his arm.
"Do I think so?
If that girl had proper opportunity to dress, Mr.Eden, and if she were taught how to carry herself, you would be fairly dazzled by her, and so would all men." "She would have to be taught how to speak," he commented, "or else most of the men wouldn't understand her.

I'm sure you couldn't understand a quarter of what she said if she just spoke naturally." "Nonsense! You are as bad as Arthur when you try to make your point." "You forget how I talked when you first met me.