She wore a dark red tailored gown; and sumptuous sable furs shaded with dusky softness and shot, in the sun, with prismatic gleams, set off her handsome, not exactly smiling, but serenely beaming face.

Two great black ostrich plumes and one red one curled down toward the soft spikes of the fur.

Between, the two great blue eyes, the soft oval of the cheeks, and the pleasant red fullness of the lips appeared.
Poor Daisy Shaw, who was poor in two senses, strength of nerve and money, looked blue and cold in her little black suit, and her pale blue liberty scarf was horribly inadequate and unbecoming.

Daisy was really painful to see as she gazed out apprehensively at the dragging robe, and the glistening slant over which they were moving.

Alice regarded her not so much with pity as with a calm, sheltering sense of superiority and strength.