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He looked at the window. Marvellous to say, in the sunlit

aperture, within that heart, there shone two bright eyes, opened

wide, as is wont to be the case when one gazes from daylight into

darkness; he saw also a little hand, raised like a fan on the

side towards the sun, to shield the gaze; the tiny fingers,

turned towards the rosy light, reddened clear through, as if made

of rubies; he beheld curious lips, slightly parted, and little

teeth that shone like pearls among corals; and the face, though

it was protected from the sun by a rosy palm, itself glowed all

over like the rose.