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How very unlike him is Lucien, the second of age. Lucien is delicate, with a light complexion and very fair hair. He is more like what his mother was, for she was a blonde.

The colonel’s youngest son is a quick-witted, curly-haired boy – cheerful at all times.

3.

Among the passengers there were two who interested me very much. One, a man of about thirty, was one of the tallest men I ever saw. He had yellow hair, a thick yellow beard, a handsome face and large eyes. His face made me think of someone I had seen before but at the time I could not remember who it was. The big man’s name was Sir Henry Curtis.

The other man was short, stout and dark. He was always very neat and clean-shaven; he always wore an eye-glass in his right eye, and he never took it out. At first I thought he even slept in it, but I afterwards found that this was not so. He put it in his trousers pocket when he went to bed, together with his false teeth of which he had two beautiful sets. (H.R. Haggard)

4.

Cedric was not tall, but broad-shouldered, long-armed and powerfully-made. His face was broad with large blue eyes, open and frank features, fine teeth and a well-formed head. He was frank but of a hasty temper. There was pride and jealousy in his eyes, for his life had been spent in maintaining his rights. His long yellow hair was not yet grey, although he was almost sixty. (W. Scott)

5.

Edward Reigart was a tall pale man of forty. His face spoke of his cleverness and kindness. He made a good impression.

But how different was his companion! He looked like a fox; his face was selfish and cruel. He was a short man, thinly-built, but he did not look weak. He had black hair. His large-nosed face was deathly pale. He was about fifty. (M. Reid)

6.

I saw a lady standing at the window with her back turned towards me. The instant my eyes rested on her, I was struck by the rare beauty of her form. Her figure was tall, yet not too tall; comely and well-developed, yet not fat; her head set on her shoulders with an easy firmness; her waist, perfection in the eyes of a man, for it occupied its natural place, it filled out its natural circle, it was visibly and delightfully underformed by stays.

She had not heard my entrance into the room; and I allowed myself the luxury of admiring her for a few moments. Then I moved one of the chairs near me and she turned towards me immediately. The easy elegance of every movement of her limbs and body as soon as she began to advance from the far end of the room, set me in a flutter of expectation to see her face clearly. She left the window – and I said to myself, “The lady is dark.” She moved forward a few steps – and I said to myself, “The lady is young”. She approached nearer – and I said to myself (with a sense of surprise which words fail me to express), “The lady is ugly!”

The lady’s complexion was almost swarthy, and the dark down on her upper lip was almost a moustache. She had a large, firm, masculine mouth and prominent jaw, piercing, resolute brown eyes; and thick, coal-black hair, growing unusually low down on her forehead. Her expression – bright, frank and intelligent – appeared, while she was silent, to be altogether wanting in those feminine attractions of gentleness, without which the beauty of the handsomest woman alive is beauty incomplete. To see a face as this, to be charmed by the modest graces of action through which the symmetrical limbs betrayed their beauty when they moved, and then to be almost repelled by the masculine form and masculine look of the features in which the perfectly shaped figure ended – was to feel a sensation oddly akin to the helpless discomfort familiar to us all in sleep, when we recognize yet cannot reconcile the anomalies and contradictions of a dream. (W. Collins)



 



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