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A COMPLETE contrast were the two young women who had fashioned the windmill for their home. Sylvia Wilton was undoubtedly beautiful. Tall, dark, with an olive complexion, brown eyes, hair almost black and features of classic perfection--beautiful was the right and only word. Hazel Grantley was not beautiful at all, she was only pretty. But it was the sort of prettiness that affects some men more deeply than does the severer mould of stately grace.
She was just below middle height, with bright colouring and laughing eyes that sometimes looked more green than brown, and sometimes grey. She was quick in speech and movement and her expression was so variable that it was fascinating to watch her. Such, at any rate, was Simon's feeling when he was introduced.