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 wrecking all the wildness of her temper in her tempestuous days'-journeys. She is a romantic murderous appeal to human superjudgment. It was this isolate quality of her which Theda Bara gave out with mystic masterful art. She gauged the personal odors and blood-pressures of Carmen. She slipped into Carmen's skin and first sucked in and then breathed out the irresistible menacingness and arresting ingruinationruination [sic] of her beautiful diabolic spirit. A little feverish artistic thrill ran in my veins as I sat in the dark watching.

'She had thrown her mantilla back,' says Don José in the translated tale, 'to show her shoulders and a great bunch of acacias that was thrust into her chemise. She had another acacia bloom in the corner of her mouth and she walked along swaying her hips like a filly from the Cordova stud farm. In my country anyone who had seen a woman dressed in that fashion would have crossed himself. In Seville every man paid her some bold compliment on her appearance. She had an answer to each and all with her hand on her hip—"Come, my love," she began again, "make me seven ells of lace for my mantilla, my pet pin-maker." And taking the acacia blossom