Miss Theophania Wield; (Tiffany)
Everything about her was
perfection. Not the most spiteful critic could
say of her that it was a pity she was too tall, or
too short, or that her nose spoiled her
loveliness, or that she was not so beautiful in
profile: she was beautiful from every angle,
thought Miss Chartley. Even her dusky
locks, springing so prettily from a wide brow,
curled naturally; and if attention was first
attracted by her deep and intensely blue eyes,
fringed by their long black lashes, closer
scrutiny revealed that a little, straight nose,
enchantingly curved lips, and a complexion
like the bloom on a peach were equally
worthy of admiration. She was only seventeen
years of age, but her figure betrayed neither
puppy-fat nor awkward angles; and when she
opened her mouth it was seen that her teeth
were like matched pearls.
(ch. ii)