Which was, perhaps, more unlucky for the other super-woman than for the men who loved them.
Super-woman and super-man, they had loved as had Cleopatra and Antony.
I know of no other super-woman whose character in any way resembles hers.
It was ex hypothesi impossible for the super-man, à fortiori the super-woman, to yield to the dictates of the understanding.
You will discover her in almost every generation, in almost every country, in almost every big city—the Super-Woman.
She had, in full measure, even in girlhood, the nameless and irresistible charm of the super-woman.
And so the years sped on, until the super-woman of other days could no longer fight off that incurable disease, old age.
At sight of Marie, the connoisseur valet realized to the full her super-woman charm.
And, of course, she was also Marie Becu, the super-woman whose magnetism and beauty were utterly irresistible.