Although she kept her face as far as possible averted, he realised more than ever in those few moments that she was really an extraordinarily beautiful person.

Her very attitude was full of an angry grace.

The quivering of her lips was the only sign of weakness.

Her eyes were filled with cold resentment.
"Well," she said, "I am your prisoner.

I listen." "You are after that packet, I suppose ?" "What sagacity!" she scoffed.