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beneath
the
smudges
and
smears
she
was
good
-
looking
.
Her
height
was
three
or
four
inches
less
than
mine
,
her
build
slim
but
not
thin
.
She
looked
as
if
she
had
strength
if
is
were
necessary
,
but
strength
which
,
in
her
approximately
twenty
-
four
years
,
had
most
likely
nor
been
applied
to
anything
more
important
than
hitting
balls
.
dancing
.
and
,
probably
,
restraining
horses
.
Her
well
-
shaped
hands
were
smooth
,
and
the
fingernails
that
were
still
unbroken
showed
a
length
more
decorative
than
practical
.
The
drink
gradually
did
good
work
.
By
the
end
of
it
she
was
sufficiently
recovered
for
habit
of
mind
to
assert
itself
.
"
God
,
I
must
look
awful
,
"
she
remarked
.
It
did
not
seem
that
anyone
but
me
was
likely
to
be
in
a
position
to
notice
that
,
but
I
left
it
.
She
got
up
and
walked
over
to
a
mirror
.
"
I
certainly
do
,
"
she
confirmed
.
"
Where
—
"
"
You
might
try
through
there
,
"
I
suggested
.
Twenty
minutes
or
so
passed
before
she
came
hack
.
Considering
the
limited
facilities
there
must
have
been
,
she
’
d
made
a
good
job
;
morale
was
much
restored
.
She
approximated
now
the
film
director
’
s
idea
of
the
heroine
after
a
roughhouse
,
rather
than
the
genuine
thing
.
‘
Cigarette
?
"
I
inquired
as
I
slid
another
fortifying
glass
across
.
