As for myself, I felt annihilated by her dazzling fairness, as the little star is absorbed by the resplendent moon.
Strange, all beautiful as she was she did not attract, as one would suppose, the admiration of the other sex.

Perhaps there was something cold and shadowy in the ethereality of her loveliness, a want of sympathy with man's more earthly, passionate nature.

It is very certain, the beauty which woman most admires often falls coldly on the gaze of man.

Edith had the face of an angel; but hers was not the darkening eye and changing cheek that "pale passion loves." Did the sons of God come down to earth, as they did in olden time, to woo the daughters of men, they might have sought her as their bride.

She was not cold, however; she was not passionless.