The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
Her lips were vivid and smiling; her look was full of intelligence and naïveté--simple at once and elegant--gay, buoyant, and almost as sly as artless, and a wreath, if the expression may be allowed, of those nameless graces in which the charms of beauty are mingled with the allurements of air and manners, garlanded her tall and blooming form.