It was not nice for me, though it interested me, I confess,--and strengthened my grip on reality.

Yet it meant a hardening of one's fibres, and I did not like to think of Miss West being so hardened.
I looked at her and could not help marking again the fineness and firmness of her skin.

Her hair was dark, as were her eyebrows, which were almost straight and rather low over her long eyes.

Gray her eyes were, a warm gray, and very steady and direct in expression, intelligent and alive.

Perhaps, taking her face as a whole, the most noteworthy expression of it was a great calm.