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she pulled off one glove to tackle her coffee. Her made-up eyes shone cold and hard, like showy false jewels. Dark pouches swelled under them, and—what seldom occurs in the case of women, even elderly women—hairs grew out of her feline-shaped nostrils. The shed glove revealed a big wrinkled hand with long, convex, beautiful fingernails. "Don't be surprised," she said with a wry smile. She muffled a yawn and added: "In point of fact, I am the Devil."
Shy, naive Erwin took this to be a figure of speech, but the lady, lowering her voice, continued as follows:
"Those who imagine me with horns and a thick tail are greatly mis taken. Only once did I appear