She was
very, very fair, and Edith felt that never before had she looked
upon a face so exquisitely beautiful. Her hair was of a reddish-
yellow hue, and rippled in short silken rings all over her head,
curling softly in her neck, but was not nearly as long as it had
been in the picture. Alas, the murderous shears had more than once
strayed roughly among those golden locks, to keep the little
white, fat hands, now clasped so harmlessly together, from tearing
them out with frantic violence. Edith thought of this and sighed,
while her heart yearned toward the helpless young creature, who
stood regarding her with a scrutinizing glance, as one studies a
beautiful picture. The face was very white--indeed, it seemed as
if it were long since the blood had visited the cheeks, which,
nevertheless, were round and plump, as were the finely moulded
arms, displayed to good advantage by the loose sleeves of the
crimson cashmere wrapper. The eyes were deeply, darkly blue, and
the strangely gleaming light which shone from them, betrayed at
once the terrible truth that Nina was crazed.
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