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Updated: June 14, 2025
Donna Inez might have belonged to a race populating another planet of the solar system. She had large black, melting eyes, a straight Greek nose and perfect mouth, a well-rounded chin and magnificent hair, dark and glossy as the wing of the raven, which was arranged in the latest Parisian style of coiffure. Also, her gown as the two women guessed in an instant was from Paris.
Were you to wander to such a place after a Japanese maiden became a wife, you would see, as we have often seen, how the outward form of a Japanese maiden assumes that of a Japanese matron. First, then, the maiden wears a high coiffure that always serves as a sacred symbol of her virginity.
But when the woman is happy, she can nearly always make the man happy, too." "I wish you'd make me happy," sighed poor Wally. "Here comes Helen," said Mary with just the least trace of wickedness in her voice. "She'll do her best, I'm sure." Helen was dressed for the evening, her arms and shoulders gleaming, her coiffure like a golden turban.
She is a tall, slender lady, very like her sister: the same dully fair complexion, the same coiffure of copper-gold, the same light, inane blue eyes. The dull complexion wears at this moment an absolute flush; the light, lack-lustre eyes an absolute sparkle. There is something in her look as she sails forward, that makes them both look up expectantly from their books. "Well?" Lady Gwendoline says.
Connors; it spun the fuzz of frizz rising off her blond coiffure into a sort of golden fog and picked out the sequins of her bodice. The dinner-hour descends glitteringly upon West Forty-seventh Street, its solid rows of long, lanky hotels, actors' clubs, and sixty-cent tables d'hôte adding each its candle-power.
Monsieur Come, calm yourself, I will go into the drawing-room; is there a fire there? Monsieur I will go to my study, then. Madame There is none there, either. What do you want a fire in your study for? What a singular idea! High up, you know, Silvani, and a dash of disorder, it is all the rage. Silvani Would you allow a touch of brown under the eyes? That would enable me to idealize the coiffure.
He was full of enthusiasm for the land of soft voices and smiling faces, where countless little shops spread their wares under the light of the evening lanterns, where the twang of the samisen and the geisha's song are heard coming from the lighted tea-house, and the shadow of her helmet-like coiffure is seen appearing and disappearing in silhouette against the paper shoji.
He arose instantly, but as she stood beside him, he turned, caught her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She protested with a little cry and a struggle not too violent to damage her coiffure. He drew back from her. There was something of astonishment in his eyes astonishment at himself. "You are the only woman in the world who ever made me do that," he gasped. "Go, go," she pleaded.
She felt of her own jet hair, shook her head and looked questioningly at the light coiffure of Pauline. She turned to the old man, evidently asking if the painting were true in this respect. Then she smiled a smile like Pauline's. Perhaps she was asking if Pauline had changed the color of her hair. Now she became interested in a book on the corner of the desk.
And what is that, Mademoiselle Felicien? for what purpose have you prepared these flowers, which I see lying upon your table?" "Your royal highness, these flowers are for your coiffure, and these bouquets are intended to festoon your dress." "How dare you allow yourself to decide upon my toilet, mademoiselle?"
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