Joseph Corbin had been tall, dark, with flowing hair and long mustache.

He had flashing fiery eyes which were capable of being subdued by a single glance of gentleness--her own.

He was tempestuous, quick, and passionate, but in quarrel would be led by a smile.

He was a combination of an Italian brigand and a poker player whom she had once met on a Mississippi steamboat.

He would wear a broad-brimmed soft hat, a red shirt, showing his massive throat and neck--and high boots! Alas! the man before her was of medium height, with light close-cut hair, hollow cheeks that seemed to have been lately scraped with a razor, and light gray troubled eyes.