“But isn't there any difference—this dress, for instance?”
Then his sight came back and his big eyes sparkled. “How beautiful you are, dear!”
“Really? Do I look nice then—really?”
“My beautiful, beautiful girl!”
Her head was thrown back, and she glowed with joy.
“Don't come too near me, you know—don't crush me.”
“Nay, no fear of that—I should be afraid.”
“Not that I mustn't be touched exactly.”
“What will they think, I wonder, those poor, lost creatures, so ugly, so disfigured?”
“And my red hair. This colour suits it, doesn't it?”