Besides, it was possible that, while her words were free, her sense of touch might be exquisitely delicate.
At length, after walking a long way in the woods, we arrived at another thicket, through the intertexture of which was glimmering a pale rosy light.
"Push aside the branches," she said, "and make room for us to enter." I did as she told me.
"Go in," she said; "I will follow you." I did as she desired, and found myself in a little cave, not very unlike the marble cave.

It was festooned and draperied with all kinds of green that cling to shady rocks.

In the furthest corner, half-hidden in leaves, through which it glowed, mingling lovely shadows between them, burned a bright rosy flame on a little earthen lamp.

The lady glided round by the wall from behind me, still keeping her face towards me, and seated herself in the furthest corner, with her back to the lamp, which she hid completely from my view.

I then saw indeed a form of perfect loveliness before me.