
Wings of the Dove
''She found herself, for the first moment, looking at the mysterious portrait through tears. Perhaps it was her tears that made it just then so strange and fair ... the face of a young woman, all splendidly drawn, down to the hands, and splendidly dressed ... And she was dead, dead, dead''
Emerging from the grit and stigma of poverty to a life of fairytale privilege under the wing of her aunt, the ...
''She found herself, for the first moment, looking at the mysterious portrait through tears. Perhaps it was her tears that made it just then so strange and fair ... the face of a young woman, all splendidly drawn, down to the hands, and splendidly dressed ... And she was dead, dead, dead''
Emerging from the grit and stigma of poverty to a life of fairytale privilege under the wing of her aunt, the ...