From Ian Fleming's "From Russia with Love"
CHAPTER 8
(Of Tatiana Romanova, examining herself.)
One of her early boy-friends had said she looked like he young Greta Garbo. What nonsense! And yet tonight she did look rather well. Fine dark brown silken hair brushed straight back from the a tall brow and falling heavily down almost to the shoulders, there to curl slightly up at the ends (Garbo had once done her hair like that and Corporal Romanova admitted to herself that she had copied it), a good, soft pale skin with an ivory sheen at the cheek-bones; wide-apart, level eyes of the deepest blue under straight natural brows (she closed one eye after the other. Yes, her lashes were certainly long enough!) a straight, rather imperious nose -- and then the mouth. What about the mouth? Was it too broad? It must look terribly wide when she smiled. She smiled at her self in the mirror. Yes, it was wide, but then so had Garbo’s been.
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