![]() ![]() There was a kind of faded merriment in the background, with its vase of flowers and draped velvet curtains, the kind of vase and the kind of curtains no one would have anymore. Who looked at the picture said, “How lovely” and why everyone who had known her thought her so beautiful and charming. Quite often they wondered why every older person. It was a reckless indifferent smile, rather disturbing to her nieces Maria and Miranda. She sat thus, forever in the pose of being photographed.Ī motionless image in her dark walnut frame with silver oak leaves in the corners, her smiling gray eyes following one about the room. Lying at ease in the folds of her flounced skirt which gathered around to a bustle. SHE was a spirited-looking young woman, with dark curly hair cropped and parted on the side, a short oval face with straight eyebrows, and a large curved mouth.Ī round white collar rose from the neck of her tightly buttoned black basque, and round white caffs set off lazy hands with dimples in them. ![]()
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