“She was tall and pleasantly slender, without angularity anywhere. Her body was erect and high-breasted, her legs long, her hands and feet narrow. She wore two shades of blue that had been selected because of her eyes. The hair curling from under her blue hat was darkly red, her full lips more brightly red. White teeth glistened in the crescent her timid smile made.”

— Dashiell Hammett, book The Maltese Falcon

Description of Brigid O'Shaughnessy
The Maltese Falcon (1930)

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