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Hero hasn't hardly been out since her injury; since then she's stayed in Don John's room, letting him tend her, and after she got well it's very likely he didn't let her out. But the spring is so beautiful, and so warm, and she's truly so bright that staying inside is hard, terribly hard.
For which reason she's out, she's escaped! she's laughing, she has a very early crocus tucked into her hair; her white dress is loose and floating, her eyes are shining, and if sometimes she has to stop and her breath catches and her hand goes to her stomach for an old pain, don't mind it--she doesn't, she's put it past, and she's letting it go with the spring wind.
And over the winter, the cold winter, and some trials you don't know about and some you do, the little girl's grown up, she's a young woman now, and her little girl's prettiness that could never be beauty because it was never tempered with anything hard has burst into bloom like a weeping cherry tree, has become everything her mother's face promised; she'll never be as beautiful as her cousin, but by the stars she is a fair maid.
Just look.
For which reason she's out, she's escaped! she's laughing, she has a very early crocus tucked into her hair; her white dress is loose and floating, her eyes are shining, and if sometimes she has to stop and her breath catches and her hand goes to her stomach for an old pain, don't mind it--she doesn't, she's put it past, and she's letting it go with the spring wind.
And over the winter, the cold winter, and some trials you don't know about and some you do, the little girl's grown up, she's a young woman now, and her little girl's prettiness that could never be beauty because it was never tempered with anything hard has burst into bloom like a weeping cherry tree, has become everything her mother's face promised; she'll never be as beautiful as her cousin, but by the stars she is a fair maid.
Just look.