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Thus Craig, entering the great, dim drawing-room, with its panel
paintings and its lofty, beautifully-frescoed ceiling, found
himself alone with her. She was throned upon a large, antique gold
chair, ebony scepter in one hand, the other hand white and young-
looking and in fine relief against the black silk of her skirt;
she bent upon him a keen, gracious look. Her hazel eyes were
bright as a bird's; they had the advantage over a bird's that they
saw--saw everything in addition to seeming to see.
Looking at him she saw a figure whose surfaces were, indeed, not
extraordinarily impressive. Craig's frame was good; that was
apparent despite his clothes. He had powerful shoulders, not
narrow, yet neither were they of the broad kind that suggest power
to the inexpert and weakness and a tendency to lung trouble to the
expert. His body was a trifle long for his arms and legs, which
were thick and strong, like a lion's or a tiger's. He had a fine
head, haughtily set; his eyes emphasized the impression of
arrogance and force. He had the leader's beaklike nose, a handsome
form of it, like Alexander's, not like Attila's. The mouth was the
orator's--wide, full and flexible of lips, fluent.
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