Angels and Women (1924)

ALLIMADES’ STORY 35with a sad expression; her features were offaultless symmetry; her bosom, shoulders,and arms beautifully rounded; and her colorfaint and delicate as that of the shells wesometimes find in the drift of the river; butthe crowning glory of her stately figure wasthe wonderful hair. It was of a light goldencolor, and if extended to its full length, sweptto her feet, and enwrapped her form. Ithung in heavy waves, curling at the ends,and when for convenience she coiled it at theback of her head, it fell from her shoulderslikes the plumes of a bird.How graceful was her step, how firm andfree l My father, with admiration and lovein his eyes, arose and led her to a seat byhis side. "How fares the grape-harvest,Samoula?" said he. "My lord," she replied,"the light shone into the vineyard toowarmly and I left the place to be shelteredby your side." Allimades turned inquiringly,for there was more in her words than metthe ear. He was about to give utterance to