Had the ladies Quin of the Castle possessed such hair as that, they would not have been the ladies Quin to this day.

Her eyes were lustrous, dark, and very large,--beautiful eyes certainly; but they were eyes that you might fear.

They had been softer perhaps in youth, before the spirit of the tiger had been roused in the woman's bosom by neglect and ill-usage.

Her face was now bronzed by years and weather.

Of her complexion she took no more care than did the neighbouring fishermen of theirs, and the winds and the salt water, and perhaps the working of her own mind, had told upon it, to make it rough and dark.