A spell seemed upon her; her face was white, her lips white and a little parted.
Attracted, as she was about to pass him, by the sound of what was none the less like the Bible from the solemn crooning way in which Donal read it to the congregation of his listening thoughts, yet was certainly not the Bible, she was presently fascinated by the vague terror of what she heard, and stood absorbed: without much originative power, she had an imagination prompt and delicate and strong in response.
Donal had but a glance of her; his eyes returned again at once to his book, and he sat silent and motionless, though not seeing a word.

For one instant she stood still; then he heard the soft sound of her dress as, with noiseless foot, she stole back, and took another way.
I must give my reader a shadow of her.

She was rather tall, slender, and fair.

But her hair was dark, and so crinkly that, when merely parted, it did all the rest itself.

Her forehead was rather low.