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Just then , with a soft rustle of silk , the portières were parted , and Mrs. Wentworth appeared . She paused for a second just under the arch , and the young man wondered if she knew how effective she was . She was a vision of lace and loveliness . A figure straight and sinuous , above the middle height , which would have been quite perfect but for being slightly too full , and which struck one before one looked at the face ; coloring that was rich to brilliance ; abundant , beautiful hair with a glint of lustre on it ; deep hazel eyes , the least bit too close together , and features that were good and only just missed being fine Keith had remembered her as beautiful , but as Mrs. Wentworth stood beneath the azure portières , her long , bare arms outstretched , her lips parted in a half-smile of welcome , she was much more striking-looking than Keith 's memory had recorded . As he gazed on her , the expression on his face testified his admiration . She came forward with the same gratified smile on her face and greeted him with formal words of welcome as Norman 's old friend . Her thought was , `` What a strong-looking man he is !