She was as fair and beautiful as an houri of Sa'adi.

She sat at a desk, holding a long white envelope in her hand.

By and by she put it away, and he was particular to note the drawer in which she placed it.

That the dark-haired girl at the tea tabouret was equally charming did not stir the watcher.

Dark-haired women were plentiful in his native land.
Yonder was the girl of the photograph, the likeness of which had fired his heart for many a day.