the long , fur-trimmed coat , the slim hands encased in sheer kid gloves , the pointed toes of high-heeled boots , the fringe of lustrous , dark hair , escaping from under an expensive hat , gleaming in the star-shine and gaslight of the lamp on the corner nearby , the exotic outline of her face , as she closed the door and looked first up then down the street , and saw him watching her all , by that point , had driven the tavern and its bevy of easy girls quite out of his mind .