His hair was brown and curly, and his eyes were blue and frank.
The woman was about thirty years of age, and exceedingly beautiful.
She was small and slender.
Her complexion was creamy white, her hair was inky black, her eyes were dark green, and her lips were bright red.
If you were French, you could tell that the man was American.
And if you were an American, you could tell that the woman was French.
The man stood and stared at the picture.
He stared at the white complexion—but he had seen complexion like that before.
He stared at the black hair—but he had also seen hair like that before.
He stared at the green eyes—but he had even seen eyes like that before.