something out of a storybook
there she came, fire in her eyes, like
[…] Pushed back the door, and stood upon the threshold silently;
Bareheaded and barefoot was she, and scarce her rags held each to each,
Yet did the shipmen stay their speech and open-mouthed upon her stare,
As with bright eyes and face flushed fair she stood.

— The Earthly Paradise, William Morris.

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