Angels and Women (1924)

ALLIMADES’ STORY 35
with a sad expression; her features were of
faultless symmetry; her bosom, shoulders,
and arms beautifully rounded; and her color
faint and delicate as that of the shells we
sometimes find in the drift of the river; but
the crowning glory of her stately figure was
the wonderful hair. It was of a light golden
color, and if extended to its full length, swept
to her feet, and enwrapped her form. It
hung in heavy waves, curling at the ends,
and when for convenience she coiled it at the
back of her head, it fell from her shoulders
likes the plumes of a bird.
How graceful was her step, how firm and
free l My father, with admiration and love
in his eyes, arose and led her to a seat by
his side. "How fares the grape-harvest,
Samoula?" said he. "My lord," she replied,
"the light shone into the vineyard too
warmly and I left the place to be sheltered
by your side." Allimades turned inquiringly,
for there was more in her words than met
the ear. He was about to give utterance to