Perhaps a trifle hard and round-looking and low of forehead, but not shelving or bulging as the heads of murderers in illustrated papers generally did.
She owned to herself that she did not see what Lord Walderhurst evidently saw, but then she did not expect of herself an intelligence profound enough to follow his superior mental flights.
Captain Osborn was well groomed and well mannered, and his demeanour towards herself was all that the most conventional could have demanded.
When she reflected that she herself represented in a way the possible destruction of his hopes of magnificent fortune, she felt almost tenderly towards him, and thought his easy politeness wonderful.

Mrs.
Osborn, too! How interesting and how beautiful in an odd way Mrs.Osborn was! Every movement of her exceeding slimness was curiously graceful.
Emily remembered having read novels whose heroines were described as "undulating." Mrs.Osborn was undulating.

Her long, drooping, and dense black eyes were quite unlike other girls' eyes.

Emily had never seen anything like them.

And she had such a lonely, slow, shy way of lifting them to look at people.