"Adam Ruarke was a tall, slim man, elegantly and gracefully moulded. His dark auburn hair shone wine-red, his skin a light gold by comparison. His erect carriage, the length of his bone-structure, the tensile male handsomeness of that spare carved face, were masterpieces of design."

"She was a woman of sultry poetry in motion. Her shapely legs were as slim as a gazelle's, the curve of hip and breast superbly highlighted by the long, slender waist and the exquisite bone-structure of her shoulders and arms.

Her magnificent gleaming chestnut hair sprang from a widow's peak and tumbled to her waist in a neglected windblown tangle. Her face was not beautiful viewed in person: the high cheekbones, the hollows underneath and narrow jaw, the straight nose and wide forehead were a shade too adamantly defined. But the inhuman camera adored such definition, and her full, precisely chiselled mouth and massive velvet dark eyes were perfection.

Her fine skin and body were unadorned with either make-up or jewellery. She looked relentlessly naked in sea of baroque artifice, pared to a keen and flawless essence."

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