midnight
I know this sentimental kind of writing must be irksome to a practical woman like yourself , but in our business we can not neglect even the slightest detail . Let 's see , where was I ? -- ` tenderness , ' oh , yes . ` Her hair is of midnight darkness , inclined to ripple , with little whiffs of curls imperiously defying restraint about her temples . Her complexion is as pure as the dawn , touched now and then with a blush as delicate as the petal of a rose . ''' `` Absurd ! '' cried Jennie impatiently .