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I did not recognise Mrs. Stephen Glenn when I first saw her on the deck of the Scythian. The voyage was more than half over, and we were counting on Cherbourg within forty-eight hours, when she appeared on deck and sat down beside me. She was as handsome as ever, and not a day older looking than when we had last met-toward the end of the war, in 1917 it must have been, not long before her only son, the aviator, was killed. Yet now, five years later, I was looking at her as if she were a stranger. Why? Not, certainly, because of her white hair. She had had the American woman's frequent luck of…mehr

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I did not recognise Mrs. Stephen Glenn when I first saw her on the deck of the Scythian. The voyage was more than half over, and we were counting on Cherbourg within forty-eight hours, when she appeared on deck and sat down beside me. She was as handsome as ever, and not a day older looking than when we had last met-toward the end of the war, in 1917 it must have been, not long before her only son, the aviator, was killed. Yet now, five years later, I was looking at her as if she were a stranger. Why? Not, certainly, because of her white hair. She had had the American woman's frequent luck of acquiring it while the face beneath was still fresh, and a dozen years earlier, when we used to meet at dinners, at the Opera, that silver diadem already crowned her. Now, looking more closely, I saw that the face beneath was still untouched; what then had so altered her? Perhaps it was the faint line of anxiety between her dark strongly-drawn eyebrows; or the setting of the eyes themselves, those sombre starlit eyes which seemed to have sunk deeper into their lids, and showed like glimpses of night through the arch of a cavern. But what a gloomy image to apply to eyes as tender as Catherine Glenn's! Yet it was immediately suggested by the look of the lady in deep mourning who had settled herself beside me, and now turned to say: "So you don't know me, Mr. Norcutt-Catherine Glenn?"

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EDITH WHARTON (1862-1937) was an American writer and designer. In 1921 she became the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize in Fiction, for her novel The Age of Innocence. Her other works include The House of Mirth, Ethan Frome, and The Custom of the Country. In her lifetime, Wharton wrote eighteen novels, seven novellas, and eighty-five short stories, as well as poetry, books on design, travelogues, literary and cultural criticism, and a memoir.