But she showed no sign of her perturbations, but lighted her cigarette with a steady hand and smoked quietly.

She always prided herself on her nerve.
The millionaire was tall and lean, with a sinewy frame, and an oval, olive-complexioned face.

It was clean-shaven, and with his aquiline nose, his thin lips, and brilliant black eyes, which resembled those of Kara, he looked like a long-descended Hindoo prince.

The Eastern blood of the Romany showed in his narrow feet and slim brown hands, and there was a wild roving look about him, which Miss Greeby had not perceived in London.
"I suppose it's the dress," she said aloud, and eyed Pine critically.
"What do you say, Miss Greeby ?" he asked, looking up in a sharp, startled manner, and again coughing in a markedly consumptive way.
"The cowl makes the monk in your case," replied the woman quietly.

"Your corduroy breeches and velveteen coat, with that colored shirt, and the yellow handkerchief round your neck, seem to suit you better than did the frock coats and evening dress I have seen you in.