This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 Excerpt: ...in her figure, but she moved with a slidey, glidey undulation that lent a certain fascination to the angles. One felt instinctively she was full of temperament; indeed, she might have stepped out of the canvas of one of those impressionists who seek character in the ultra, rather than in the classical, or conventional, old-fashioned ideas of beauty, handed down from the academic epoch of the Parthenon. She was not a Diana, and she gloried in the fact. Every angle was a protest against the sweet, soft roundness characterizing the mythological conception of feminine loveliness. In fact, she was up-to-date. Not that she was "scrawney"; oh, no! Just temperamentally thin! She was pale--"passion-pale"; also there was a freckle or two on her nose; those freckles were rather interesting--little flecks against a field of white. Her eyes held an unsatisfied expression--that might have been crudely interpreted--by the unsophisticated Horatio--as indicative of "hunger." Her lips were like a reddish splash; a sentimental gentleman might find pleasure in feeding them bon-bons, or liquid refreshment that sparkles. She was dressed fairly well, and carried herself like a lady who had a grudge against the world--or some one in it! Did Bill quail at the sight of this vision? Not at all! After the first shock of her entrance, his eyes expressed a questioning, courteous pleasure. Mrs. Slipaway examined the newcomer, with cold appraising calculation. Perhaps she divined at once who she was; also, a quick suspicion may have shot through her brain; if so, it was quickly dispelled by Mr. William Carter's manner. The latter still gazed upon the fair visitor as if she was a stranger--not an unwelcome one--nor a welcome one--just a stranger! He smiled upo...