All her face, all her person, breathed an ineffable love and
kindness. She had always been predestined to gentleness, but Faith,
Hope, and Charity, those three virtues that softly warm the soul,
had gradually elevated that gentleness to sanctity. Nature had only
made her a lamb, and religion had made her an angel.--_Les
Misérables._
She was the very embodiment of joy as she went to and fro in the
house; she brought with her a perpetual spring.--_Toilers of the
Sea_.
Her entire person was simplicity, ingenuousness, whiteness, candor,
and radiance, and it might have been said of her that she was
transparent. She produced a sensation of April and daybreak, and
she had dew in her eyes. She was the condensation of the light of
dawn in a woman's form.--_Les Misérables._