Many eyes were fixed on her--we have already said it was difficult not to gaze upon her--but no one contemplated her with such close attention as Count Larinski.

He never once lost sight of her.
"Is she beautiful?
Is she even pretty ?" he queried within himself.

"I cannot quite make up my mind, but I am very sure that she is charming.
Like my bracelet, this is a fancy article.

She is a little thin, and her shoulders are too vigorously fashioned for her waist, which is slender and supple as a reed; but, such as she is, she has not her equal.

Her walk, her carriage, resemble nothing I ever have seen before.