Chapter XIX:
[About the ‘Sibyl’]
“She shut her book and slowly looked up; her hat-brim partially shaded her face, yet I could
see, as she raised it, that it was a strange one. It looked all brown and black: elf-locks
bristled out from beneath a white band which passed under her chin, and came half over her
cheeks, or rather jaws: her eye confronted me at once, with a bold and direct gaze…’