Hers was not the beauty of form and features, but visible inspiration and the manifestation of passionate impulse.

Attitude, gesture, tone of voice, look--all obeyed her mind, and created her brilliancy.

Her black eyes, flashing with fire, gave out from beneath their long lids as much tenderness as pride.

Her look, so often lost in space, was followed by those who knew her, as if it were possible to find with her the inspiration she sought.

That gaze, open, yet profound as her understanding, had as much serenity as penetration.