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She sees him before he sees her; for he remembers her leaping dance step into the epicenter of the crowded gallery and into his field of vision. His initial reaction to her turning her vision towards him mirrors her intensity. She already knows he is there before she steps into the circle of viewers. She is imploring him to notice her.

She is no babe in the woods, no child practicing her charms without fully understanding their consequences. The woman is a huntress: a regular on dance floors in nightclubs. She knows how to bait attraction. If there is something timorous in her boldness, her vulnerability is fleeting. Her visible passion sears the air like brush fire - an arch of communication jumping between two poles: him and her.

The heat of the moment rushes in. Burning eyes pierce his - a glance so tangibly lucid yet so fugitive, that later he discounts it as fantasy.

She turns in a pirouette and stretching on tiptoes extends her lithe body to view the paintings on the wall fifteen feet away. She knows he is looking at her though a dozzen people are between them. She is dancing for him as Simonette does for Sandro. The muse claims her artist as the painter consumes his idol; she is already branded in his mind - her arm rises slightly in the pose of surprise by one of the graces caught in delight; her profile flushed and tremulous. One can almost hear her whispering, whimpering, cooing.

- Richard Rappaport, Is That All There Is! - The German Girl, 'Portraits & Passages", Book III -'The Penumbra', www.richard-rappaport.net.