My cousin, Sir George, and many Vernons had hair of the same color.

Yet the girl's hair differed from all other I had ever seen.

It had a light and a lustre of its own which was as distinct from the ordinary Vernon red, although that is very good and we are proud of it, as the sheen of gold is from the glitter of brass.

I knew by the girl's hair that she was my cousin, Dorothy Vernon, whom I reluctantly had come to wed.
I asked myself, "Can this be the plain, freckled girl I knew seven years ago ?" Compared with her beauty even Mary Stuart's was pale as the vapid moon at dawn.

The girl seemed to be the incarnated spirit of universal life and light, and I had condescendingly come to marry this goddess.