She had leaned sweetly against her crosses, instead of straining away from them with fierce cramps and agonies of resistance.

In every motion she had the freedom of utter yielding, which surpasses the freedom of action.

Camilla's graduated flounces of lilac silk, slightly faded, having over it a little spraying mist of gray, trimmed her full skirt to her slender waist, girdled with a narrow ribbon fastened with a little clasp set with amethysts.

A great amethyst brooch pinned the lace at her throat.

She wore a lace cap, and over that, flung loosely, draping her shoulders and shading her face with its soft mesh, a great shawl or veil of fine white lace wrought with sprigs.