The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 5, March, 1858 by Various
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"Come, come!" said she, childishly and snappishly, "what are you looking at?" Of course you cannot have any idea of her personal appearance from memory, and I will try to give you one by description. Though over thirty, she is generally considered very handsome, and is in the very prime of her beauty; for it is not of the fragile, delicate order. She has jet-black, very abundant hair, hazel eyes, and a complexion that is very fair, without being blonde. A bright, healthy color in cheek and lip makes her look as fresh as a rose. Her nose is the doubtful feature. It is--hum!--_Roman_, and some fastidious folks think a _trifle_ too large. But I think it suits well her keen eyes and slightly haughty mouth. She has fine hands, a tall figure, and an independent "grand action," that is not wanting in grace, but is more significant of prompt energy. The study of woman is a new one to me. I often see Kate's friends and gossips,--for I occupy the parlor as sick-room,--and I lie philosophizing upon them by the hour, puzzling myself to solve the problem of their idiosyncrasies. Lady Mary Wortley Montague said, that, in all her travels, she had met with but two kinds of people,--men and women. I begin to think that one sex will never be thoroughly comprehended by the other, notwithstanding the desperate efforts the novelists are making now-a-days. They all go upon the same plan. They take some favorite woman, watch her habits keenly, dissect her, analyze her very blood and marrow,--then patch her up again, and set her in motion by galvanism. She stalks through three volumes and--drops dead. I have seen Kate laugh herself almost into convulsions over the knowing |
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