The long train of her gold-embroidered gown swept the dead leaves off the steps, ****** a faint harmonious sh--sh--sh as she glided up, with one hand resting on the balustrade, the rosy light of dawn ****** an aureole of gold round her hair, and causing the rubies on her head and arms to sparkle. She reached the tall glass doors which led into the house. Before entering, she paused once again to look at him, hoping against hope to see his arms stretched out to her, and to hear his voice calling her back. But he had not moved; his massive figure looked the very personification of unbending pride, of fierce obstinacy.
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