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mantle she had, curly and purple, a beautiful cloak, and in the mantle
silvery fringes arranged, and a brooch of fairest gold. A kirtle she
wore, long, hooded, hard-smooth, of green silk, with red embroidery of
gold. Marvellous clasps of gold and silver in the kirtle on her breasts
and her shoulders and spaulds on every side. The sun kept shining upon
her, so that the glistening of the gold against the sun from the green
silk was manifest to men. On her head were two golden-yellow tresses, in
each of which was a plait of four locks, with a bead at the point of
each lock. The hue of that hair seemed to them like the flower of the
iris in summer, or like red gold after the burnishing thereof.
There she was, undoing her hair to wash it, with her arms out through
the sleeve-holes of her smock. White as the snow of one night were the
two hands, soft and even, and red as foxglove were the two
clear-beautiful cheeks. Dark as the back of a stag-beetle the two
eyebrows. Like a shower of pearls were the teeth in her head.
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