I still seemed to be congratulating myself upon my
indifference to women other than the one who was soon to bear
my name, when I became conscious of a mighty interest in this
girl. I said to myself that she looked refined from head to foot and
that her movements had a peculiar rhythm that was irresistible
Physically her cast of features was scarcely prettier than Fanny's,
for my betrothed was really a good-looking girl, but spiritually
there was a world of difference between their faces, the difference
between a Greek statue and one of those lay figures that one used
to see in front of cigar-stores
The other tennis-player was a short girl with a long face. I
reflected that if she were a little taller or her face were not so long
she might not be uninteresting, and that by contrast with her
companion she looked homelier than she actually was
Miss Lazar watched me closely
"Playing tennis is one way of fishing for fellows," she remarked
"So the racket is really a fishing-tackle in disguise, is it?" I
returned.
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