Dona Felicidade de Noronha would normally arrive at nine o’clock. She would come in‚ arms outstretched‚ smiling her broad‚ kindly smile. She was fifty years old and very plump‚ and since she suffered from dyspepsia and wind‚ she could not‚ at that hour‚ wear corsets and so her opulent figure remained unconstrained. There were a few grey threads in her slightly curly hair‚ but she had a smooth‚ round‚ full face and the soft‚ dull white complexion of a nun; beneath her fleshy eyelids‚ the skin around which was already lined‚ shone two dark‚ moist‚ very mobile pupils; and the few soft hairs at the corners of her mouth looked like two faint circumflexes drawn with the finest of quills. She had been Luiza’s mother’s closest friend and had got into the habit of visiting ‘little Luiza’ on Sundays. Born into a noble family–the Noronhas of Redondela–and with influential relatives in Lisbon‚ she was rather devout and often to be seen at the convent church of the Incarnation.
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