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117of those solitary & heart gnawing tragedies in w of love, or&thwarted, ambition foiled, which were told her orhelped by herto the reliefof wordssurprised herfor a into revelation, easily though shemight have saidthenthen,without reproach, how she too -whatever it was - had been [?] ruined. But sh no.however ithad happened& diffusedShe knew, then without having learnt. Her simplicitypeople falsified & [?]fathomed what clever women might have failedtoreach; (she was not clever); her singleness of mind, that[?]whole of her seeming to have some unity whichasmade her drop plumb like a stone, alightexact lik as a bird, to gave her this thisa sweep & fellness which swoop & fall of thespirit on the truth which delighted, eased, sustained; &"Noble" was the obvious word; &stern, & pure;all of course coming more readily & to the lipsthere really because they seemed, flocking together in theirdisembodied shapes, qualities merely that you onemight meet with so in many people - nobility,& not, afterall so rare -truth, purity combined with a certain strictness &seemed in herfire are not rare - to have dipped themselvesin flesh & so assembling, like a ring of gracescombined togetherjoining hands & in meadows of asphodel to have made toin combinationin her faceThere it was, like If sadness is thewere the general effect, that might be attributed toin onebeauty itself which, in its one of its forms at least - (her'swas notably Greek) has that look always ofthe truthto seemseeming to preside, or look out,& over a great space; toawait something coming, not to disdain, so much as toin youthat any rateoverlook, & & if as this beauty ages, while it loses itsroundness something of its suppleness & roundness, itit takes on saddens; it sharpens.But what she hadlooked for, & what seen, or whether it were notmere accident that hollowed & chiselled, made theeyes & the nostrils & the lips, - no or whether she