She leaned her head aside as though it had been heavy with its weight of locks of burned gold.

She pillowed her cheek against the door-post, and let her dreamy sea-green eyes rest upon me.

And the look that was in them gave me a sense of pleasure strange and acute, as well as a restless uneasiness and vague desire to escape out under the blue sky, and mingle with the throng of every-day men on the streets of the city.
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