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From where she was seated, Stella could command a good view of the woman who bulked so largely in the columns of the popular Press, especially those portions devoted to the stage and the cinema. She saw a personage of remarkable charm and attraction, a small, perfectly formed blonde with the rare combination of fair hair and almost black eyes. Not too young, and yet giving the impression of being hardly in the full bloom of her exotic loveliness. The mouth was small, perhaps a little too small, and not in the least sensual. At the same time the corners of it were hard and resolute, and in the brown-black eyes a keenness that spoke of a worldly knowledge beyond the common. But a very beautiful woman and one who, when she smiled, caused the onlooker to lose his sense of proportion and forget any critical faculty that be might happen to possess.
"She is very lovely," Stella murmured.