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I looked at Helena Enize the intruder who had elicited her wrath,--for she see her nature I thought she

had never been half so beautiful as now, never more alive, more

vibrantly and dynamically feminine than now She had not even a scarf

about her head, so that all its Greek clarity of line, all its

tight-curling dark hair--allets, two at

each white temple--were distinct to me as I looked at her, even in the

half light Her face, with its wondrous dark eyes, was full toward ain, I saw the

sweet full oval of her brow and cheek and chin, with just these two

dark incipient curls above I could not see the twin dark tendrils at

the white nape of her neck, but I knew they were there, as beautiful

as ever Her ave any

woreat portraits,

and found none so wholly good as that of Helena, done by Sargent in

his happiest vein Now the red bow of her lips parted, as she stood,

one slender hand across her boso, but not in the least

afraid, or, at least, h-born

should

She was all in white, with not the slightest jewel or ornament of any