Carol ’s brows liftedliftin the astonishment of emotion , in a glory of abasement .
, with a final burstburstof love triumphant , as she pressedpressthe dishevelled daisy to her lips and liftedlifther large eyes to the sophisticated countenance of the little brown Faust-Capoul , who was vainly tryingtry, in a tight purple velvet doublet and plumed cap , to look as pure and true as his artless victim .