But the guitar had been thrown aside in despair; her voice this morning did not obey her will.

The manuscript lay unheeded, and the eyes of the actress were fixed on the broad, blue deep beyond.

In the unwonted negligence of her dress might be traced the abstraction of her mind.

Her beautiful hair was gathered up loosely, and partially bandaged by a kerchief, whose purple color seemed to deepen the golden hue of the tresses.

A stray curl escaped, and fell down the graceful neck.