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page. A gem of a little girl. So pearly -& so quiet with her grey green eyes like a kitten's - so alive to all.

But the crux of the whole matter was "la loge". There is no describing it - no understanding of how it was done, it just is. And men who looked at it fell in love with the lady-

Her dress with its black stripes- The stripes so defined & yet not definite - The bluish deliciousness of the white satin - The fuzz of delicacy around the neck - The hands in their soft gloves - The warm white of the ermine - The dazzlement that is her flesh - offset by the flowers & the pearls - & the man in back - more in the shadow than the photos reveal - & yet right there No describing that picture - nothing like it anywhere - just brushed in by magic -

An experience. The Manet's near by looked flat & raw- The Folies Bar looked jealous - The Cezannes looked