. The Saturday evening post. r quite lift to thefull. And these three things, accounted blemishes—pallorwithout intense notes to make enlivening contrast, littleteeth showing as points of glancing white, and the droopinglid—instead of damaging her magnetism, gave it a witch-like potency; for the soft eye would suggest a twilight sortof dream, and the mouth a prankish, vampirish gayety,and the neutrality of her coloring the tender appeal offlowers in moonlight, bleached by its magic of all tint. Thompson Fibel did not make this analysis of her. Tohim, as she sat palely glowing in an iris-colore
. The Saturday evening post. r quite lift to thefull. And these three things, accounted blemishes—pallorwithout intense notes to make enlivening contrast, littleteeth showing as points of glancing white, and the droopinglid—instead of damaging her magnetism, gave it a witch-like potency; for the soft eye would suggest a twilight sortof dream, and the mouth a prankish, vampirish gayety,and the neutrality of her coloring the tender appeal offlowers in moonlight, bleached by its magic of all tint. Thompson Fibel did not make this analysis of her. Tohim, as she sat palely glowing in an iris-colored linen andunder a rustic hat, she was: A peach! And every timeyou see her she hits you harder than before. Wish Id hada chance to make a ten strike with her these two have, if it hadnt been for ma! That cold-storageway ma has of looking at a person and talking to me as ifI was still in sashes crimps my style something fierce—might as well have been under the table for all the dent Imade on the atmosphere I. Jts She Watched the TapePanting Out Feverishly SheWas Made to Taste an Ms*sortment of Biting Sensations He bent toward Mary and counseled fromthe side of his mouth, the while he took abite out of a piece of toast: Pass up thepan fish! Its a fake; all backbone andskin—wouldnt fill a canary. Shell try toside-step you on the creamed beef, savingit for the help because its filling. But youinsist on it—take my word. He was about twenty-three, stout in adowny, overflowing way. He had puffyover-eager eyes behind heavily rimmedglasses. His lips, long and thin, twitchedcontinually to one side or the other withthe flexibility of the born talker. And hiscompetence to advise on the filling quali-ties of food was as evident as Falstaffs,though in a youthful way. Heretofore, as he had sat mute and stiffbeside his austere mother, Mary had apassive consciousness of him. She,the only young woman in the house,had faintly underscored him as theonly young man. Now, as he
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