One day a woman that I know came face to face with heroic beauty, that highest beauty which Blake says ges least from youth to age, a beauty which has been fading out of the arts, sihat dece rogress, set voluptuous beauty in its place. She was standing at the window, looking over to Knoarea where Queen Maive is thought to be buried, when she saw, as she has told me, “the fi woman you ever saw travelling right across from the mountain and straight to her.” The woman had a sword by her side and a dagger lifted up in her hand, and was dressed in white, with bare arms a. She looked “very strong, but not wicked,” that is, not cruel. The old woman had seen the Irish giant, and “though he was a fine man,” he was nothing to this woman, “for he was round, and could not have stepped out so soldierly”; “she was like Mrs.-----“ a stately lady of the neighbourhood, “but she had no stoma her, and was slight and broad in the shoulders, and was handsomer tha……（内容加载失败！）
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