Her teeth, which she but seldom showed, were very even and very white, and there rested on her chin the dearest dimple that ever acted as a loadstar to mens's eyes.
The fault of her face, if it had a fault, was in her nose,--which was a little too sharp, and perhaps too small.

A woman who wanted to depreciate Violet Effingham had once called her a pug-nosed puppet; but I, as her chronicler, deny that she was pug-nosed,--and all the world who knew her soon came to understand that she was no puppet.

In figure she was small, but not so small as she looked to be.

Her feet and hands were delicately fine, and there was a softness about her whole person, an apparent compressibility, which seemed to indicate that she might go into very small compass.

Into what compass and how compressed, there were very many men who held very different opinions.