She was glamorous in an unobtrusive way, she was beauty personified, she was the picture of lower-class homeliness, she was a paradox. She was alternately the stubborn mule and the compliant sweetheart, her blue eyes peered from a face he could not fathom, here in this light she seemed bony and then when she turned just so she was like something from an ethereal and vague daydream. She did not sing music, she sang light and shadow; her smile was lovely and Nick Arnstein was hopelessly besotted with her.
