You would look like a fright in it.

I didn't care about her clothes, but I did feel that it was all up with us if she chose to talk, or even to smile, upon the few men that are good enough to stay out a week in this place.

Yet she isn't a beauty; she has not a good nose, nor a handsome eye, nor even an irreproachable complexion.

It must be her mouth, which is lovely, or her walk--did you notice her walk?
It was just as if she were floating; that is, before she fell down in that faint.

I wonder why she fainted.