God fashions few such women. It is well.
II
THE TIGER LADY
"By heavens, Annesley!" whispered Rene Deacon, "what eyes that
woman has!" His companion, following the direction of Deacon's
glance, nodded rather grimly.
"The eyes of a Circe, or at times the eyes of a tigress."
"She is magnificent!" murmured Deacon rapturously. "I have never
seen so beautiful a woman."
His glance followed the tall figure as it passed into a smaller
salon on the left; nor was he alone in his regard. Fashionable
society was well represented in the gallery--where a collection
of pictures by a celebrated artist was being shown; and prior to
the entrance of the lady in the strangely fashioned tiger-skin
cloak, the somewhat extraordinary works of art had engaged the
interest even of the most fickle, but, from the moment the tiger-
lady made her appearance, even the most daring canvases were
forgotten.
"She wears tiger-skin shoes!" whispered one.
"She is like a design for a poster!" laughed another.
"I have never seen anything so flashy in my life," was the acrid
comment of a third.
"What a dazzlingly beautiful woman!" remarked another--this one a
man. While:
"Who is she?" arose upon all sides.
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