Chapter 59

With a female impulse, she opened her mouth until it dangled with pity, and her eyes flashed with anger, and her cheeks turned red and became inflamed. Margaret threw the beautiful dress that was lying on her arm over the body of the princess, and only the face was still visible, and it was even more wonderful than the body, because it did not appear dead. Rather, alive, the eyelids closed, but the long black eyelashes lying on the cheeks, and the nose, raised in the pride of great beauty, seemed to enjoy a relief not seen in life and greater than the comfort of death. Plump red lips, though the mouth was not quite open but showed the tiniest white line of pearly teeth inside, her hair glossy in quantity and color black and lustrous as a raven's wing, piled up in great clumps over her white forehead, where some tortuous locks of hair strayed like tendrils .

I was amazed at the resemblance to Margaret, though I had prepared my mind for it by Mr. Corbeck's quotation of