Isabel - Izabella ... 

 Isabel smiled: that same unchanging smile, there for all to see. Yet only Anthony understood the real meaning. 

 Again as he had on the very first day: once witnessing her smile: he new know woman more beautiful.   

His senses wakened with the slight rustle of her white dress. Trimmed with red lace, there for all to see. Yet again only he understood the real meaning.

 His eyes caught a gleam of her white shoulders, and the sparkling of her diamonds, as she passed between the window and the lighted chandelier. 

Even small children stopped playing with their new toys, to watch Isabel as she walked by.

Also married and single man stepped aside, each making way for her to pass.

None able to look away: but stood admiring her beautiful figure and shapely shoulders. Her very much exposed bosom, there for all to see. 

Yet once more only Anthony understood the real meaning. 

He knows Isabel is so lovely: even next to death, she is so joyous, so self-satisfied, so youthful: her smile of animation, her classic beauty of her desirable figure.

Where he is dulled and lack of self-confidence: his body thin and weak: his eyes, nose, and mouth all puckered and vacant. 

Even the small children don’t stop playing with their new toys: as he walks by.  

Nor do those married and single man: not even the most beautiful woman with the finest figure and shapely shoulders, with her exposed bosom, there for all to see: glance in his direction.

Now Anthony understands the real meaning. He is no man for a lady of Isabel's position.

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