That was her nightly custom, and might have been regarded as a sort of fetich worship of self.

Nothing, in fact, could have been lovelier than that face of childish innocence and beauty, with the soft rays of the lamp illuminating it.

Her blue eyes seemed to fairly give forth light, the soft pink on her cheeks deepened until it was like the heart of a rose.

She opened her exquisitely curved lips, and smiled at herself in a sort of ecstasy.

She turned her head this way and that in order to get different effects.