She gave, indeed, just excuse for people to consider her too good-looking for the position in which she was placed.

Her figure was tall and supple and full, and now that she no longer hunted was getting fuller.

Her hair, looped back in loose bands across a broad low brow, had a peculiar soft lustre.
There was a touch of sensuality about her lips.

The face was too broad across the brow and cheekbones, but the eyes were magnificent--ice-grey, sometimes almost green, always luminous, and set in with dark lashes.
There was something pathetic in George's gaze, as of a man forced to look against his will.
It had been going on all that past summer, and still he did not know where he stood.

Sometimes she seemed fond of him, sometimes treated him as though he had no chance.