She thrust her hands in among the branches, breaking them and gathering them.

She was alone in the world.
Then--- She looked up, and in that moment she was mated.
We must needs put our imaginations to his stature to see the beauty he saw.

That unapproachable greatness that prevents our immediate sympathy with her did not exist for him.

There she stood, a gracious girl, the first created being that had ever seemed a mate for him, light and slender, lightly clad, the fresh breeze of the dawn moulding the subtly folding robe upon her against the soft strong lines of her form, and with a great mass of blossoming chestnut branches in her hands.

The collar of her robe opened to show the whiteness of her neck and a soft shadowed roundness that passed out of sight towards her shoulders.