Tain in the texture of a white petal. And with all her gentleness there
was present I know not what sign and promise of strength, waking in
those who saw her an intuitive trust in loyalty of uttermost proof. She
would have flamed indignant against evil, but only evil could have moved
her from that equal poise of soul which made her entrance into a room
the prelude to higher thoughts and finer feel

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