She wore a low-cut black chiffon evening dress--the thing had mere straps over the shoulders--an all but discarded vanity of pre-war days.

I had never before noticed what beautiful arms she had.
Perhaps in her girlhood, when I had often seen her in such exiguous finery, they had not been so shapely.

I have told you already of the softening touch of her womanhood.

An exquisite curve from arm to neck faded into the shadow of her hair.

She had a single string of pearls round her neck.