Isabel Ostrander

Isabel Ostrander

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Portrait of Isabel Ostrander Isabel Ostrander,  The Island of Intrigue — Chapter 2 (1918)

“ Alaric look reproachful, and then Aunt Julie exclaimed:
"Oh, children, what do you think? Maida remembered my brooch, the very first thing! Think of it, this old pin your dear father gave me so many years ago!"
She said it with quite an air of triumph, and Monsieur Pelissier remarked:
"Memory is a strange thing, is it not? It is—how do you say?—tricky. One can recall without trouble the most trivial, insignificant things, when sometimes important facts have gone from one's mind for always."
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Portrait of Isabel Ostrander Isabel Ostrander,  The Island of Intrigue — Chapter 2 (1918)

“ She was quite tall and willowy, with a superb figure, and far prettier than the little Bijou had given promise of being, but the shape of her face hadn't changed any, it was just as doll-like and expressionless as ever, and with her artificiality she reminded me of a mannequin in a smart couturier's. I didn't want to be catty, even in my thoughts, but I was sure her hair was yellower than it used to be when she was a little girl, and no one could help noticing how obviously she was painted and made-up, and, oh, those nails! ”
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Portrait of Isabel Ostrander Isabel Ostrander,  The Island of Intrigue — Chapter 2 (1918)

“ You know the sort of perfume I mean.
"Aunt Julie is worried about Lorna, isn't she?" I remarked, as I took off my hat "I hope nothing has happened."
"It's silly of Mother. Lorna's old enough to take care of herself, I guess," Bijou ran her fingers over my hair lightly. "How lovely and thick your hair has grown!"
I shrank a little way. Bijou's hands were beautiful, slim and soft, and pearly white, but her nails were hideously long and pointed, and polished like glass.
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