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"Oh, is not woman in each thing divine?"

"Something so sacred lies upon the ground,
Like to a blessing to a holy mound,
A calm we sense but cannot yet propound."

"She had her gloves off. The teacup looked wonderful as it was held by her long bony fingers. They were not soft and white. The backs of her hands had freckles on them. But her hands were not cracked and toughened like the hands of a ranch wife, either. They were strong enough to control a powerful horse and to propel a whip."