She wore the same wrapper of thick blue silk.

At that time she seemed to live either in her riding habit or in that wrapper folded tightly round her and open low to a point in front.
Because of the absence of all trimming round the neck and from the deep view of her bare arms in the wide sleeve this garment seemed to be put directly on her skin and gave one the impression of one's nearness to her body which would have been troubling but for the perfect unconsciousness of her manner.

That day she carried no barbarous arrow in her hair.

It was parted on one side, brushed back severely, and tied with a black ribbon, without any bronze mist about her forehead or temple.

This smoothness added to the many varieties of her expression also that of child-like innocence.
Great progress in our intimacy brought about unconsciously by our enthusiastic interest in the matter of our discourse and, in the moments of silence, by the sympathetic current of our thoughts.