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@@@@@I wish I had a looking glass, want to see the gown on meShe lifted one foot, then the other when MrsSims' assistant tapped her toesShe couldn't see the slippers the woman slipped onto her feet, MrsSims was poking her in the shoulder blades and hissing at her about standing up straightThe assistant fiddled with the bottom of her skirtO'Hara," said Charlotte Montague, "please allow me to present Monsieur FranoisHerve Scarlett looked at the rotund bald man who walked in front of her and bowed"How do you do," she saidWas she supposed to shake hands with a painter? "Fantastique," said the painterHe snapped his fingersTwo men carried the enormous pier glass to a spot between the windowsWhen they stepped away Scarlett saw herself The white satin gown was more decollete than she'd realizedShe stared at the daring expanse of bosom and shoulderThen at the reflection of a woman she hardly recognizedHer hair was piled high on her head in a mass of curls and tendrils so artful that they looked almost happenstanceThe white satin glimmered the narrow length of her body, and a silver-encrusted white satin train spread in a sinuous semicircle around the white satin slippers, with silver eelsWhy, I look like Grandma Robillard's portrait more than I look like meThe years of habitual girlishness fell awayShe was looking at woman, not the flirtatious belle of Clayton CountyAnd she liked hat she saw very muchShe was mystified and excited by this trangerHer soft lips quivered faintly at the corners, and her tilted yes took on a deeper, more mysterious sheenHer chin lifted in Supreme self-confidence, and she looked directly into her own eyes with challenge and appr