In Gaskell's Words: Molly Gibson She looked at herself in the glass with some anxiety, for the first time in her life. She saw a slight, lean figure, promising to be tall; a complexion browner than cream-colored, although in a year or two it might have that tint; plentiful curly black hair, tied up in a bunch behind with a rose- colored ribbon; long, almond-shaped, soft grey eyes, shaded both above and below by curling black eye-lashes. 'I don't think I am pretty,' thought Molly, as she turned away from the glass; 'and yet I am not sure.' She would have been sure, if, instead of inspecting herself with such solemnity, she had smiled her own sweet merry smile, and called out the gleam of her teeth, and the charm of her dimples. Wives and Daughters Chapter VI, A Visit to the Hamleys