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As
he
looked
at
her
he
had
the
sense
of
seeing
the
best
that
nature
can
do
when
she
attempts
to
produce
physical
perfection
.
The
thought
came
to
him
that
some
lucky
young
dog
would
marry
her
pretty
soon
and
carry
her
away
;
but
whoever
secured
her
would
have
to
hold
her
by
affection
and
subtle
flattery
and
attention
if
he
held
her
at
all
.
"
The
little
snip
"
--
she
was
not
at
all
--
"
she
thinks
the
sun
rises
and
sets
in
her
father
's
pocket
,
"
Lillian
observed
one
day
to
her
husband
.
"
To
hear
her
talk
,
you
'd
think
they
were
descended
from
Irish
kings
.
Her
pretended
interest
in
art
and
music
amuses
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
do
n't
be
too
hard
on
her
,
"
coaxed
Cowperwood
diplomatically
.
He
already
liked
Aileen
very
much
.
"
She
plays
very
well
,
and
she
has
a
good
voice
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
know
;
but
she
has
no
real
refinement
.
How
could
she
have
?
Look
at
her
father
and
mother
.
"
"
I
do
n't
see
anything
so
very
much
the
matter
with
her
,
"
insisted
Cowperwood
.
"
She
's
bright
and
good-looking
.
Of
course
,
she
's
only
a
girl
,
and
a
little
vain
,
but
she
'll
come
out
of
that
.
She
is
n't
without
sense
and
force
,
at
that
.
"
Aileen
,
as
he
knew
,
was
most
friendly
to
him
.
She
liked
him
.
She
made
a
point
of
playing
the
piano
and
singing
for
him
in
his
home
,
and
she
sang
only
when
he
was
there
.
There
was
something
about
his
steady
,
even
gait
,
his
stocky
body
and
handsome
head
,
which
attracted
her
.
In
spite
of
her
vanity
and
egotism
,
she
felt
a
little
overawed
before
him
at
times
--
keyed
up
.
She
seemed
to
grow
gayer
and
more
brilliant
in
his
presence
.
The
most
futile
thing
in
this
world
is
any
attempt
,
perhaps
,
at
exact
definition
of
character
.
All
individuals
are
a
bundle
of
contradictions
--
none
more
so
than
the
most
capable
.
In
the
case
of
Aileen
Butler
it
would
be
quite
impossible
to
give
an
exact
definition
.
Intelligence
,
of
a
raw
,
crude
order
she
had
certainly
--
also
a
native
force
,
tamed
somewhat
by
the
doctrines
and
conventions
of
current
society
,
still
showed
clear
at
times
in
an
elemental
and
not
entirely
unattractive
way
.
At
this
time
she
was
only
eighteen
years
of
age
--
decidedly
attractive
from
the
point
of
view
of
a
man
of
Frank
Cowperwood
's
temperament
.
She
supplied
something
he
had
not
previously
known
or
consciously
craved
.
Vitality
and
vivacity
.
No
other
woman
or
girl
whom
he
had
ever
known
had
possessed
so
much
innate
force
as
she
.
Her
red-gold
hair
--
not
so
red
as
decidedly
golden
with
a
suggestion
of
red
in
it
--
looped
itself
in
heavy
folds
about
her
forehead
and
sagged
at
the
base
of
her
neck
.
She
had
a
beautiful
nose
,
not
sensitive
,
but
straight-cut
with
small
nostril
openings
,
and
eyes
that
were
big
and
yet
noticeably
sensuous
.
They
were
,
to
him
,
a
pleasing
shade
of
blue-gray-blue
,
and
her
toilet
,
due
to
her
temperament
,
of
course
,
suggested
almost
undue
luxury
,
the
bangles
,
anklets
,
ear-rings
,
and
breast-plates
of
the
odalisque
,
and
yet
,
of
course
,
they
were
not
there
.
She
confessed
to
him
years
afterward
that
she
would
have
loved
to
have
stained
her
nails
and
painted
the
palms
of
her
hands
with
madder-red
.
Healthy
and
vigorous
,
she
was
chronically
interested
in
men
--
what
they
would
think
of
her
--
and
how
she
compared
with
other
women
.
