Rebecca 2
The narrator meets the man of the novel in chapter three, and as part of her description of him while he counters the nosy busybody woman she is with, the narrator says this: "Could one but rob him of his English tweeds, and put him in black, with lace at his throat and wrists, he would stare down at us in our new world from a long distant past—a past where men walked cloaked at night and stood in the shadow of old doorways, a past of narrow stairways and dim dungeons, a past of whispers in the dark, of shimmering rapier blades, of silent, exquisite courtesy." He is not described physically at all by this point. We don't know what color his hair is, or his eyes, or how tall he is or how broad, or any particular features that stand out. But when reading this long line, I could immediately pictured someone (and it was not at all Armie Hammer, who starred in the most recent adaptation.) The description is so evocative that it doesn't matter what his coloring is, or his physical dimensions.
I can see reading this book will produce quite a few blog posts, because I am very much enjoying the descriptions.