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Engraving on metal, which in Latium decorated not the hand-mirror, as in Etruria, but the toilet-casket with its elegant outlines, was practised to a far less extent in Latium and almost exclusively in Praeneste.
In the silence that followed, only the soft jingle of the scissors was heard. "There!" exclaimed the hairdresser, holding up a hand-mirror behind her. "I have been generous, you see. I have not cut it very short. See for yourself." "Thank you," said Vjera. "You are very kind." She saw nothing, indeed, but she was satisfied, and rose quickly.
"Yet, my dear friend, a French gentleman cannot wholly forget all that belongs to the refinements of society, even in the heart of the wilderness. Sam, by any foul chance did you overlook the lavender water?" "No, sah; it am safe in de saddle-bags." "And the powder-puff, the small hand-mirror, and the curling-iron?" "I saw to ebery one ob dem, sah."
She had reached the beginning of wrinkles and cheekbones and her wrists were squarer than they used to be. Thirty! a year older than Markham! Roses grown in hothouses are quick to fade. Would she fade, too, quickly? She went to the dressing-table and examined her face in a hand-mirror with assiduous care. Yes, crow's feet three of them at each eye, and two tiny wrinkles leading into her dimples.
Not all of them and this charmed her fancy as giving them individuality and separate life were faultlessly perfect; but had minute irregularities of shape, tiny dimples in which a special radiance hovered. She clasped the necklace round her throat, and, holding up the hand-mirror, turned her head from side to side with pardonable vanity to judge and enjoy the effect.
My cheek needs the shade of that bright rose to relieve its pallor so that effect is charming." "Your hair is dressed, Miss." Della sprang to her feet like one who resolutely tossed some load from the heart, and taking the hand-mirror from the table, surveyed the arrangement of her hair altogether. "Beautiful! Minny, you have excelled yourself to-night." "Thank you, Miss. What dress?"
The rose-colored taffetas of her bedroom brought out the delicacy of her skin. The hangings of her bed, small and draped, reflected a faint color into her face, and the morning inspection with a hand-mirror, which always followed her coffee, showed her at her best instead of her worst. Of her dressing-room she was not so sure.
Have you a small hand-mirror, Miss Vaughan?" She brought one from her toilet-table and handed it to him in evident astonishment. "What do you see in the mirror?" he asked, and held a page of the blotting-book at an angle in front of it. Miss Vaughan uttered an exclamation of surprise, as she read the words reflected there: MR. FREDERIC SWAIN, 1010 Fifth Avenue, New York City.
He was dark, gloriously built, and possessed eyes that lazily drooped by reason of their heavy lashes; and, I am sorry to say, he evoked from a boudoir window the gurgling admiration of his fashionable mother, who, while her hair was being dressed, allowed her glance to swing from her hand-mirror, which framed a gratifying vision of herself, to the window, which framed a still more gratifying vision of her son.
The quarrel was now over, for they had conversed in quite sincere tones of friendliness, but she had desired and expected an overt, tangible proof and symbol of peace. That proof and symbol was a kiss. Louis was at the door ... he was beyond the door ... she was lost. "Louis!" she cried. He put his face in at the door. "Will you just pass me my hand-mirror. It's on the dressing-table."
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