Rope, sea shells, threads in greens and blues and even a thin strip of cuttlefish had been twined into her thick, mahogany hair. Though not as dark as Miss Mottershead's, her skin still shone with the sun that had darkened it. Her eyes were bright green and her smile all white teeth and danger. Giulietta was nowhere near as grand or beautiful as her sister. There were no decorations in her dark hair. Where the sun caught it her skin shone white and her pale grey eyes were too large in her head.

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