“I think so,” said the other; “let us go!”
“Conduct us, if you please.”—We went, arriv’d.
And saw her.—Beautiful she was indeed!
More justly to be reckon’d so, for she
Had no additions to set off her beauty.
Her hair dishevel’d, barefoot, woe-begone,
In tears, and miserably clad: that if
The life and soul of beauty had not dwelt
Within her very form, all these together
Must have extinguish’d it.—The spark, possess’d