Do you remember the Ghirlandajo frescoes in Santa Maria Novella, or the side groups in Andrea's frescoes at the Annunziata?
Among them, among the beautiful tall women of them, there are, I am sure, noble, freely-poised, suggestive heads like hers--hair, black wavy hair, folded like hers in large simple lines, and faces with the same long, subtle curves.

It is a face of the Renaissance, extraordinarily beautiful, as it seems to me, in colour and expression; imperfect in line, as the beauty which marks the meeting point between antique perfection and modern character must always be.

It has _morbidezza_--unquiet melancholy charm, then passionate gaiety--everything that is most modern grafted on things Greek and old.
I am told that Burne Jones drew her several times while she was in London, with delight.

It is the most _artistic_ beauty, having both the harmonies and the dissonances that a full-grown art loves.
"She may be twenty or rather more.

The mind has all sorts of ability; comes to the right conclusion by a divine instinct, ignoring the how and why.