Her eyebrows were wide apart, arching with a slight angle, and slanting a little down toward her nose.

Her forehead under its burnt-brown hair was candid; her firm little chin just dimpled.
Altogether, a face difficult to take one's eyes off.

But Nedda was far from vain, and her face seemed to her too short and broad, her eyes too dark and indeterminate, neither gray nor brown.

The straightness of her nose was certainly comforting, but it, too, was short.

Being creamy in the throat and browning easily, she would have liked to be marble-white, with blue dreamy eyes and fair hair, or else like a Madonna.