It was the head of a woman with the body of a fish.

Her flowing hair was of livid green, and she held a pink comb in one hand.

I never saw anything so beautiful.

I determined to know that man.

I think I would have given my brass pistol to have had such a picture painted on my arm.
While I stood admiring this work of art, a fat wheezy steamtug, with the word AJAX in staring black letters on the paddlebox, came puffing up alongside the Typhoon.