Blue as a
hyacinth were the eyes. Red as rowan-berries the lips. Very high, smooth
and soft-white the shoulders. Clear-white and lengthy the fingers. Long
were the hands. White as the foam of a wave was the flank, slender,
long, tender, smooth, soft as wool. Polished and warm, sleek and white
were the two thighs. Round and small, hard and white the two knees.
Short and white and rulestraight the two shins. Justly straight and
beautiful the two heels. If a measure were put on the feet it would
hardly have found them unequal, unless the flesh of the coverings should
grow upon them. The bright radiance of the moon was in her noble face:
the loftiness of pride in her smooth eyebrows: the light of wooing in
each of her regal eyes. A dimple of delight in each of her cheeks, with
a dappling (?) in them at one time, of purple spots with redness of a
calf's blood, and at another with the bright lustre of snow. Soft
womanly dignity in her voice; a step steady and slow she had: a queenly
gait was hers.
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