Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. She saw me, and, Lady Ferringhall, I shall never forget her look as long as I live. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac.
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