It is well once to behold a squall with its rising arch
and coming fury, or the heavy gale of wind and mountainous waves.
It was a small oval face, of a uniform transparent whiteness, with an egglike line of cheek and chin, a full but firm mouth, a delicate nostril, and a low perpendicular brow, surmounted by a rising arch
of parting between smooth locks of pale reddish hair.
Do you mark those two lines between your eyes; and those thick brows, that, instead of rising arched
, sink in the middle; and that couple of black fiends, so deeply buried, who never open their windows boldly, but lurk glinting under them, like devil's spies?