On the solemn occasion of her marriage she had the manner, air, and attitude of a person condemned to death, whose only desire is that it might all be over speedily.
"She is rather round," said Colleville to Thuillier.
Brigitte was just the knife to cut into such a nature, to which her own formed the strongest contrast.

Mademoiselle Thuillier was remarkable for her regular and correct beauty, but a beauty injured by toil which, from her very childhood, had bent her down to painful, thankless tasks, and by the secret privations she imposed upon herself in order to amass her little property.

Her complexion, early discolored, had something the tint of steel.

Her brown eyes were framed in brown; on the upper lip was a brown floss like a sort of smoke.

Her lips were thin, and her imperious forehead was surmounted by hair once black, now turning to chinchilla.