Alice Duer Miller

Alice Duer Miller

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Portrait of Alice Duer Miller Alice Duer Miller Instruments of Darkness (collection… (1926)

When I grew old enough to go into business with him—to be his partner as well as his son—I ventured to ask him, but he knew no more than any one else.
The breaking of the engagement had taken place twenty years ago. Now my aunt was over forty, still slim, still long-throated, still with a cameolike profile; but her hair was gray and her color faded. She came to Gertrude's wedding dressed just as a maiden aunt ought to be dressed, in gray and silver, with touches of blue, like the sky on a windy day.
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Portrait of Alice Duer Miller Alice Duer Miller Instruments of Darkness (collection… (1926)

I found it was my Aunt Helen.
She was sitting just where I had left her, erect—that is to say, without a curve in her flat back, but inclined forward in her large chair. One hand hung like a pale fringed leaf from the arm of her chair; the other was holding the tall glass I had given her, at the moment almost empty. Grouped about her were all the men in the house, except the waiters, my father and myself. Some were in chairs, some on the floor, and one red-haired friend of the groom was curled up so close that the tips of her pointed fingers almost touched his copper-colored crest.
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Portrait of Alice Duer Miller Alice Duer Miller Instruments of Darkness (collection… (1926)

THE MORNING AFTER A girl does expect to be the heroine of her own wedding—at least the central figure; she certainly does not expect to find a rival in a middle-aged maiden aunt. Aunt Helen's idea of middle age was an old-fashioned one—no lip stick or rouge, no perpetual wave or juvenile model contradicted Nature. Small wonder that my sister Gertrude was surprised to find the guests, ushers and at moments even the groom himself drifted away to form part of the circle about Aunt Helen.
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