Out of His Head Author:Thomas Bailey Aldrich Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: photographed on those curious net-like membranes, the retinae. When I am dead, the face of a fair woman will be found indelibly engraved on my eyes — not in f... more »eint lines and curves, but sharply, as if the features had been cut out on steel by the burin of :,n artist. Yet I can but poorly describe the idyllic grace and beauty of Cecil Roylstone. Her hair was dark brown, and, in its most becoming arrangement, drawn into one massivs coil over the forehead, giving her brows a Greek-like stateliness. Her eyes were those unusual ojos verdes, large and lucent, which the Spanish poets mention as being the finest type. The mouth would have been perfect, but for a slight blemish, visible only at times, on the upper lip. Perhaps her face was a shade too pale, for perfection, may be too pensive, in repose — but how can I write of Cecil as a mere portrait, when she, herself, ir. her infinite sweetness, seems to pass before me! Again she is walking, in her simple white dress, by the seaside. The moon drifts from cloud tocloud, edging the gray with silver, and, far off, the sea sparkles. A plain gold cross on her bosom catches the moonlight. The salt breeze lifts the braids of her hair, and blows back the folds of her dress. I sit on the rocks watching her. Again we are lounging along the sunny road, on our way to town. It is an afternoon in May; the trees are in full bloom, peach and apple. Cecil is laughing, with an accent like music. I see her lissome form in the checkered sunshine, her feet, tripping on in front of me, among the blossoms. I hardly know which are the blossoms. Now she is walking demurely at my side, her fingers locked in mine, and the sleepy sea-port with its brown roofs and whitewashed chimneys, comes out distinctly against the neutral tint of the sky, like a pict...« less