Mary had a milder and more open countenance than Blanche; softer features too, and a skin some shades fairer (Miss Ingram was dark as a Spaniard)--but Mary was deficient in life: her face lacked expression, her eye lustre; she had nothing to say, and having once taken her seat, remained fixed like a statue in its niche.
Maria aveva un volto più aperto, tratti più dolci e carnagione più bianca della sorella, che pareva una spagnuola. Ma Maria non aveva tant'anima, non parlava.