All her ways were large ways, generous ways.

She had brain, she had wit, and, above all, she had womanliness.

As you shall see, it was her womanliness that betrayed her and me in they end.
Brunette, olive-skinned, oval-faced, her hair was blue-black with its blackness and her eyes were twin wells of black.

Never were more pronounced types of blonde and brunette in man and woman met than in us.
And we met on the instant.

There was no self-discussion, no waiting, wavering, to make certain.