excerpt from "Red Rose and Tiger Lily" by L.T. Meade. Chapter I: Nan's Golden Mane
1 It was a perfect summer's evening. The sun had just set, and purple, gold, violet, rose color still filled the sky in the west. There was a tender new moon, looking like a silver bow, also to be seen.
2 Hester Thornton stepped out of the drawing-room at the Grange, and, walking a little way down the broad gravel sweep, began to listen intently. Hester was about 17-a slender girl for her age. Her eyes were dark, her eyebrows somewhat strongly marked, her abundant hair, of a much lighter shade of brown, was coiled in close folds round her head. Her lips were slightly compressed, her chin showed determination. Hester had not been beautiful as a child, and she was not beautiful as a girl, but her face was pleasant to look at, very bright when animated very steadfast and sweet when in repose. She was naturally a pale girl, but a faint rose color was now discernible in her complexion, and the look of expectation in her dark eyes made them charming.
3 A step was heard on the gravel behind, and she turned quickly.
4 "Is that you, father?" she exclaimed.
5 "Yes. Are not you very imprudent to come out at this hour in your thin house shoes, and with nothing on your head? There is a very heavy dew falling."
6 "Oh, I never take cold," replied Hester with a smile, which showed her even and pretty white teeth; "and I certainly shan't to-night," she continued, "for I am feeling far too excited."