...though, as we have seen, perfectly master of himself, could not prevent an involuntary bow at the sight of all- powerful beauty like hers.

Tinkerbelle seemed indeed sent to adorn and brighten all around her.

She had dark auburn hair, of a rather lighter shade at her temples and neck, black eyes, - clear with dilated pupils, - and a steady and majestic look, like that of an eagle; yet the mildness of that look was inexpressible.


Her small mouth, formed like Apollo's bow, was brilliant as coral; her tapering hands were antique in form, as were her arms, and dazzlingly fair.



Her figure, flexible and firm, was like that of a statue of some pagan goddess to which miracle had given life.



Her foot might bear comparison with that of the huntress Diana, and it seem only by a miracle that it could support the weight of her body.



Her dress was of the simplest fashion, yet suited her so well that it seemed as if one from the wardrobe of a queen would not have been so elegant or so rich.

Adapted from
Memoirs of a Physician by Alexandre Dumas