Bits of leaves and twigs clung in her locks. That fair, golden envy of many a playmate now draggled down her neck and across her shoulders. Her calves were mud. Her gown clung unspeakably and bunched about her shoulders and belly, the hem dripping onto the flagstone floor. Her eyes looked too big and grey in her face, washed out by the weak light that remained to them. She peered at him too curiously, the way she read a text in a language wherein she had to puzzle out the gerunds and idioms strange to her, her lips pursed, her jaw stern but softened with droplets.
She was the most glorious creature he had ever seen.
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