Mrs. Wilson Woodrow,
The Mystery of the Pink Pieces…
(1913)
“ She looked up pleasantly to greet him, while Rose lifted somber eyes—and this, too, in the face of his smile. It was perhaps the first time that that delightful smile of his had failed to meet with a response. Just sober, everyday Willy Gaines was a tall, thin fellow, with a long, rather serious, face. He was a little freckled, and his hair was nearer red than brown, and he loafed about with a sort of awkward ease not lacking in distinction; and just as you were thinking what a pity it was that a man so noticeable should yet be so—almost ugly, he would smile. ”
