Next she proceeded
to inspect herself carefully in a mirror.
Billie saw that Smith's estimate of "not over thirty" was accurate
enough. The girl was still young as to face, although her body was
remarkably robust. And Billie found that her delicacy of feature did
not suffer from the close-up.
Instead, her refinement was made only the more striking. Probably it
was the high arching of her eyebrows that had made her face
patrician; that, together with the sensitiveness of her nostrils.
For there was nothing at all cold about her eyes; they were a very
dark brown, large and full. And her lips were anything but haughty;
they were a deep red and piquantly upturned at the corners. The
whole carriage of her head, however, marked her as an aristocrat,
but a lovable one.
As she turned from the glass the sound of a laugh came from the
front of the house. Billie instantly recognized Fort's voice. Mona
gave her hair a final touch and went straight to the terrace.
"How do you do?" said the surgeon coolly, as she took Fort's eagerly
outstretched hand.
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