She was an ample and, to my mind, rather awful-looking person, clad in black satin--she was a widow--and very large diamonds.

Her hair was white, her nose was hooked, her dark eyes were penetrating, and she had a bad cold in her head.

That was all I found time to notice about her, for suddenly her daughter came into my line of vision.
Truly she was a lovely girl, or rather, young woman, for she must have been two or three-and-twenty.

Not very tall, her proportions were rounded and exquisite, and her movements as graceful as those of a doe.
Altogether she was doe-like, especially in the fineness of her lines and her large and liquid eyes.

She was a dark beauty, with rich brown, waving hair, a clear olive complexion, a perfectly shaped mouth and very red lips.