midnight
The girl was really beautiful , and the sight of beauty exhilarates and animates like wine . She was very punctual and came confidently into the room as the clock struck . The cold morning light through a north window fell upon her and instead of the light warming the face as so often happens , her face seemed to warm the light . She was about sixteen , with a skin of velvet , dark , quite dark , but clear as wine , and with a wonderful red flush glowing through the cheek ; the eyes were brilliant , brown to blackness , but full of fire and lustre ; her hair , dark as midnight , clustered and fell about her face in soft curls . The nose was dainty , refined , with perfect nostrils , the mouth deepest red and curved with the most tender , seducing lines . I had never seen such a face . The beauty of it was glorious , to an artist awe-inspiring .