My dear fellow, she almost frightened me. I never before saw such
a woman; I never expect to see such a woman again. There was nothing in
her figure, or in her way of moving, that produced this impression on
me--she is little and fat, and walks with a firm, heavy step, like the
step of a man. Her face is what I want to make you see as plainly as I
saw it myself: it was her face that startled me.
So far as I can pretend to judge, she must have been pretty, in a
healthy way, when she was young. I declare I hardly know whether she is
not pretty now. She certainly has no marks or wrinkles; her hair either
has no gray in it, or is too light to show the gray. She has preserved
her fair complexion; perhaps with art to assist it--I can't say. As for
her lips--I am not speaking disrespectfully, I am only describing them
truly, when I say that they invite kisses in spite of her. In two
words, though she has been married (as I know from what one of the
guests told me after dinner) for sixteen years, she would be still an
irresistible little woman, but for the one startling drawback of her
eyes. Don't mistake me.
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