With a somewhat tremulous little finger she smoothed the bright lipstick over her mouth until the result satisfied her critical eye. The faint and carefully plucked line of eyebrow was painstakingly deepend. The merest touch of rouge applied to the Pale cheeks; the barest hint of mascara on the eye lashes, A few deftly feminine touches t the hair, and the woman gazed lon and critically into a small hand mirrow.
Satisfied at last, and a little hausted, she finally sank back the pillows. A tiny watch she her that it was a quarter to three, She sighed. At three o'clock she to be operated on—and one n knew.
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